The World

The World is a rock
with a tree whose roots
dig deep into the tiniest crevice
to quench a single parched leaf
squeezed dry by
the persistent O Holy Sun.
The World is a heartbeat
a single heartbeat in the ribcage
of a hibernating creature
nameless
ageless
waiting dormant
in the cold, wet earth
while overhead the snows of Winter wage war
on the freezing ground,
just striving
for a millisecond more
of life.