Confusion

Blow your breathe to the moon,
Wet in the woods,
And ask,
Does it matter?

Has the dust on the moon
Felt the stir?
Has a river risen?
Does it matter?

Vapors we are
As transparent as memory,
As untouchable
As feeling.

Cast your thoughts
Among the ancients.
Primitive musings unworthy of
Time or space or presence.

Do you listen to babble?
You are no god, or,
You are the God. 
Too big to know, too small to see.

But I am, you say,
I am.