the whole world is heavy,
and perhaps i am too old to field its weight.
the whole world is young,
and perhaps i am too brazen to appreciate its strength.

noah built a boat, unquestioning,
in a deserted arid desert.
and god began the flood when noah's wife
and sons were not quite yet on board,
began the rains
just as the last child ran from his home.

the whole world is strange,
and perhaps i am too silent to survive.