See What Happens?

by Robert Gryfft


Nobody plays with me here.

I found a few billion souls huddled on a cold ball.

“Hi!” I said. “I made this place! Let’s play!”

They sneered at me, though their sky was bright with my starsong.

I’ll try again; I’ll tell matter to stay away from matter. I don’t know if it’ll be friendlier, but it’ll be beautiful.