This is the land that Janet built
In it creatures gliding diving
sweeping paths through sunflowers thriving
scattered wide we glide and fly
In Janet’s house it’s sailing time
building time and swimming time
taking full measure by giving time
with time to dance and cry
This is the garden that Janet built
with water she made still
and paved as silver glass
that reflects the endless sky
Sky holds sun that Janet built
Sun sings song she sings
Sly sun song bursts in happy house
whose windows watch the garden’s joust
with an unblinking eye
In Janet’s house it’s playing time
flying crying trying time
It’s time to plant
to reap and sew
to dance and rave
and take it slow
It’s time to stop and look around
In Janet’s house a woman’s voice speaks for me
it says:
“Listen for this sound
a hum”
I sail past the silver pool
interrupting piercing rays
thrusting up from golden darkness
over gardens
dark and still
they silently,
and patiently,
and almost lying perfectly
reflect the endless sky
© C. Kaup –
6/12/99