The rocks are laughing
as you identify the moth on a leaf of a tree
and wonder at the tree’s height,
A tree is nothing to the rocks,
they are so much older, have seen the genesis of life,
the ooze of the cells and
some that made groups and
crawled out of the muck
and some that began
to eat the sun.
To the rocks all this is still a mere possibility;
it only might remain fixed
But the core of the Earth is Heat
and it laughs at the rocks
and the universe as it grows.
I made you, it says.
I will consume you all.