Agnostic Afloat
You were a good boy,
following your parents' advice,
never going out in the rain.
At the sound of rain
you dove under the bed,
bawled and shouted,
“Come out, come out
wherever you are"
but no one came out,
not even you.
When your parents died
your uncle gave you
boots and a bumbershoot
and out you went
whatever the weather.
The rain in Spring you found
a wonderful thing and not
so bad in Summer either
until the flood roared in
and you floated away.
Noah and his ark sailed by,
Noah on deck
between two giraffes
smiling and shouting,
“Come out, come out
wherever you are"
but no one came out,
not even you.