Here I work in the hollow of God's hand  
with Time bent round into my reach. I touch  
the circle of the earth, I throw and catch 
the sun and moon by turns into my mind. 
I sense the length of it from end to end, 
I sway me gently in my flesh and each  
point of the process changes as I watch; 
the flowers come, the rain follows the wind.

And all I ask is this—and you can see 
how far the soul, when it goes under flesh, 
 is not a soul, is small and creaturish - 
that every day the sun comes silently 
to set my hands to work and that the moon  
turns and returns to meet me when it's done.