Trivial Pursuits

She is uppercase, Her within the within out shines the sun, out paces the moon. Thoughts of a ham sandwich come to a squealing halt as I recall my low sodium diet - She (too often to count) plays trivia with existence, meanwhile, I flutter like a cage in a canary. Of course, She is not a she and I am not a lower he. A non-physical womb both transmits and incubates. Pronouns do not work in Spirit. Owls perch on the edge of light where the watched also watches. She corrals wild minds, thoughts bleat as they are left to stray creating space for the lone herder - the one who brings ‘shepherd’s pie’ for all the hungry ghosts. In a sandbox, many grains plays with others and that’s okay for one more transcendental day.