And The Child Draws A World - Poem by RIC BASTASA

the teacher asks the child to draw
The world
& the universe

And the child with his Mongol pencil
put a dot
for a start on his clean white bondpaper

(& as his fingers are clumsy
His hands still shaky)

he makes a stretch of a crooked

& occupying almost all the space of the paper
To make a
Crooked circle

His world

And for his universe
He draws five little stars
A crescent moon A comet moving In a blank space

A space rocket
Is drawn
On the top page in propulsion

A crooked circle The lines hardly meet At a common point
For a world

A little blank space For the universe

And where is God there?
The teacher asks him

You gave no instruction, sir. The child answered.

But He is there, the Child thinks.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008

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