Waiting Game

The universe was created by the
Brute force of women without the genetic
Make up to sit silently with palms folded.
In desperation we pull clay from the atmosphere
And slam it on the ground before us muttering that
If we don’t do it it won’t get done correctly anyway
So just give me that. We have been trained to
Underestimate our power and therefore forget
These riotous acts of creation
Wondering where these momentous events first
Gestated as if it were anywhere other than
Our hearts and minds. The same hearts and
Minds that keep the world spinning on an
Invisible access and holding the sun and the
Moon in place while we hatch ideas in the daytime
And dream of trust at night.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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