The cosmic salesman,
dressed like a Dr. Seuss Character,
pops open Pandora’s box,
and tries to sell you heaven and earth,
for a dollar down and pennies a day.
You’re not that kind of girl you say,
but in the end (just to make him go away)
you buy a trinket that dangles on a string,
and because you’ve already paid,
you pray to it nightly
for the happiness you hope it’ll bring.

It all begins like that.
the creation of the universe
is made of simple stuff.
The cosmology doesn’t really matter.
Every alley ends with an about-face.
Looking east the sun also rises,
not forever, but for today.
Remember, all religions were born before
anyone realized that time
was just a transition phase
between
now and then.