Who made the world?
The billowing clouds heading southward.
The pillowed reef and a thousand animals beneath my feet.
Who made the wind bracing my ankles.
The shadows behind and through it all.
Who makes the light dance in one part of the world.
While other places cut like a frozen blade through flesh.
Who decided that I am here and you are there and all of the vast expansive infinity between us.
Who gets to know it all?