the world beneath the settled skies
does not care a wit for me and mine
not a even a little…

it sighs and breathes through wind and breeze
and dims in the eventide pale blue and orange
without a thought for my vast accomplishments

the earth heaves in places and sags in others
as mountains are lifted and valleys carved
beneath endless canopy of stars who are unconcerned

with me

neither grass, nor hare, nor the cat, nor even the fly at my side
lend much of a concern in my direction

but i am not disturbed by disinclined neighbors;
am i not part of the whole?
a creature amidst creatures; a thinking bit of forever
trapped for a moment with these others
awaiting the journey on…