Can’t see yourself in evolution,
The history of our creation,
So dogs’ eyes smiling scare you about dying

I can’t shake this superstition,
Jesus give me your permission,
And god’s eye looks in like a ghost you don’t believe in

Someone hit me with this wish,
And I cannot get rid of it:
Soft eyes, hard hands,
shovel, a garden,
deep hole, a secret,
And water to feed it
season of growing,
And soon, everyone knowing