Friday, March 5, 2010

771. NATURE'S WILD GRAB

NATURE'S WILD GRAB
(the watch/clock poem)
It's a force of Nature, like the tree
breaking concrete to grow - which is
stronger, which is more real? I am walking
morning streets like a pilgrim walking in an
ancient land. I see things never seen before;
a cauldron stopwatch held by a rising sun.
The light dangles before me like a thousand
ancient desert sands - caravans of dreams
and illusion, an entire world in spectral watch.
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This beggars the mind, this reality blemish :
Mankind's oh-too-fervent step within things.
Everywhere changing what can be changed.
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Yet, that tree still breaks the concrete, lifts
the slabs around it, twists and bursts the
human reins which have tried to pull it in.
Stopping that which is unstoppable, I surmise,
is the winding motion that keeps us running.

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