You children from our knees down
Look upon the world as blue hills
In a fuzzy grove of far, far trees.
You play games in wood pillars
Of eye’s dreams, also-have-beens.
You hide and we seek very eyes.
Shout if you must, when the stone
Does not tumble on the sixth one.
You play cheat, ball a mere flower.
A marigold tossed from cardboard.
Your rules change like life’s rules
With no notice, now this, now that.
From knees up don’t grow to sky.
Make clay god out of a wet earth
A funny god of an elephant-child
Eating big balls of rice and sugar
Into a stomach, rounded of eating.
When you finish making clay god
Please make us too, in river loam
So just like him we can easily break
In the swirling waters of monsoon.