Circumspicere

   
   
If seeking a god look around,    
choice is legion in this place    
sky and sun and cloud obey    
and so must we..    
Choice  not for us ,a mere part,    
key-stone in the arch perhaps    
holding sky and pouring rain    
bare our share, no more      
beside the mouse.    
A grain of wheat suffices her,    
a loaf of bread for you.    
sharing her destiny    
there is no other.