RIC S. BASTASA
And The Child Draws A World - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
the teacher asks the child to draw
& 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
And for his universe
He draws five little stars
A crescent moon A comet moving In a blank space
A space rocket
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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