Washington's Delivery. Poem by Lilly Anna House

Mr. Universe, your heart confuses me in a multitude of ways. How your hand softly caresses the Earth so it glides along its axis. What made you decide that we would all be placed onto one blue, and green sphere? Was it your choice to allow tsunamis, and other natural disasters to occur? Can you hear me right now? How is it that you, somehow, manage to place people together? For each other. How do you know it will last? Where did all of the madness come from? Foreign lands? Warfare? Or was it arguments over parking places? Mr. Universe, how can you say this will all one day end, If we're all not sure it's even begun?