The Earthworm

I am the culmination
of everything I have ever been:
fireball of energy,
lightning of the cosmos,
mirror of Jehovah.

Lying just beneath the snow
is the palm of land
that only wind and water know.

Carved, etched, embroidered, embellished,
the sarcophagus of elements on which I walk
yet leave no indelible impression.

But there is grace in every utterance.
Thought, idea, spoken word,
recorded on a page or disc,
continue on, as evidence I existed
with my bucketful of earth and worms.