Inside Out.

I’m thinking about the universe

Lying in a bathtub,

Watching water droplets slip down the linoleum.

About gravity and embracing molecules and this

Elusive thing called a body

That houses my

Soul in just the right way

So that I’m able to think and feel and

Convert oxygen into carbon dioxide.

It isn’t the

Probability

Of heaven and hell

I worry about,

It’s the reflections and the

Forces and evaporation, intelligent design itself.

It’s the

Intangibility, the utterly precarious nature

Of everything

Outside our consciousness.