Have you ever noticed shapes in the clouds?
Faces in your cereal?
Characters in the rose print bathroom tiles?
A parsnip that looks like Elvis….?
This is my theory on why I think the Earth is a child.
Imagine for a moment that you are really cool
(this is often the hard bit for me)
and in the sixth grade of Primary School.
Two years below you is a round, happy-go-lucky, eager-to-please
The Earth is smaller than you
so you don’t take much notice… unless you have to
you have no lunch money.
A chubby Earth is easy to bail up in the school corridor
and it’s almost too easy to say…
“Give me your lunch money
Or I’ll punch you in the guts!”
You might think that this sounds a little funny
but remember that the Earth is littler than you -
it can’t take care of itself – like you can….
And what if we could follow Earth to it’s weekly art class??
The ruddy Earth smiles and whistles on it’s way to class
even though it’s rounded shoulders
and puppy fat back bears a sign which reads
In class –
all the students are making macaroni wall art
for their Mums for Mothers Day.
Johnny is making a likeness of a cow with a gun.
Miranda is making a princess with a penne crown.
Alexander is making a cat
with a very fluffy tail.
(Lots of bits of spaghetti)
and then there is the Earth
who blows a saxophone shaped cloud out of it’s nostrils and says,
“Hey Johnnie, I made this for you.. Do you like it?”
“Hey Miranda!! Look at me!”..
while it blows out a unicorn shaped cloud
that turns into a gorilla…
“Hey Alexander.. Look! Look! Look!
a blown cloud racing car
that turns into a bear
that turns into a man with a bulbous nose
and a handlebar moustache.
Imagine the face on Earth
as it is ignored.
Feel it. Please.
Imagine you are the art teacher
guiding your class and you see little Earth
in the middle – yet on the fringes
the Mona Lisa
your eyes may water
and the hairs on your arms might rise
on top of a million goosebumps…
You’ll see the Earth,
& be unable to stop yourself
in it’s tiny ear
“I see who you are
I see what you can do
(even when the others can’t)
I think you are marvelous!
Thank you for being beautiful.
L.Kaye sept 2010
I wrote this tonight, in one sitting over a cup of tea after dinner by moonlight for my daughter…..
and because I am tired of telling her pretend Dorothy the Dinosaur stories.
she liked it. especially the violent bit. :)
It’s pretty fresh and unedited.