BASKET

God plunks me in a basket,

A rattan basket,

Brown.

Hitching its handle over his arm,

He carries me around.

You need help, God says, I'll

Take care of you.

Swinging back and forth in the basket

Like a peach protected from

Bruising,

I rest in God,

Move to his rhythm.

It is peaceful,

So profoundly peaceful,

A beautiful dream.