We empty plates and dishes
sheds, pots and frying pans,
entire lands, and jars.

We spread our blankets
in the funniest places.

We speak of things
we've never seen or felt, or known.

Thunder and Lightning
turn their shiny faces towards us
and laugh.

Who is this, growls the Thunder.
And under his obedient brow
the Lightning lifts an eye:
This
is
who
the
earth
is
for,
he speeds downward, ignores the Thunder's distant crack
and slides into the earth
before he rushes back.