scheme

In the scheme of things,
I've got it alright.
On the tops of the trees
and the dirt and the fleas
in a shack
on the back of the biggest turtle.
Culture clashes, unexplainable rashes
babies who pass
sinners in mass
the toughest times
the best of times
wondering if there is a God.
Projects that fail,
words never written
ants that are stepped on,
a single fitting mitten.
Those who stumble
buildings that crumble.
A cry in the distance, an unreachable hand
a lonely cadaver.
a distant land.
You've asked me my fears
I have ended.
I've begun
I've fallen
I've gotten up
I've fallen.

You can catch.
Oh Lord, what a catch.

In the scheme of things, I'm okay.
without you,
I'm a building that crumbles.
A word never written.