What
if the
big dipper
gobbled
up
a lot of stars
like eating
breakfast
cereal
Washed it down
with
molten lava
Burped
and growled
“What’s for lunch?”
Maybe the universe
is really just
ravenous
and
out
of control
No wonder
unsettled
picnics
are the norm
on
earth
Even
if the
picnic
ts
romantic
Bring an
umbrella
A bullet proof vest
Ant
spray
A prayer shawl
But:
What if Mercury
(not the planet
the Greek fellow)
brought messages
with boxes of candy
and strings of pearls
and everyone would then
dance
and
sing?
I like that much better
A lovely picnic
for all
in
an
inviting universe
full of joy
I would say to all the stars:
Come on – why not?
