As I See It by Christine Stromberg - HTML preview

Benign Indifference

Oft she turns her wrinkled face,

pirouettes through starlit space;

agitated her demeanour,

aging legless barrelina.

Now and then she belches, spews,

shakes and quakes and so renews.

All is cyclical in motion,

life and earth and sky and ocean

living, dying, rising, falling,

though to us it seems appalling

for, short lived, to life we cling

while nature simply does it's thing.

"Gazing up at the stars, for the first time, the first,

I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe."

-Albert Camus (1913-1960)