SIGNS & PORTENTS
I've grown wild. I've become tired
of my own elixir. Weeds and seedpods
of my own imagining have grown
up around me until I too have
become my own Mother Earth.
-
Watching the saddle of the rising sun -
up, up, over thou the east - I see a
single leaf fall. A gold of the fading
maple, so early it tumbles down,
flopping over and over upon itself
in new light. Illumined by a morning
sun, it soon gives up its earnest fight
and tumbles down to earth.
-
To live! Is not that all we want?
To stay in place and make sense
out of what is present. All we
see resounds: time, and
place, and energy.
I've grown wild. I've become tired
of my own elixir. Weeds and seedpods
of my own imagining have grown
up around me until I too have
become my own Mother Earth.
-
Watching the saddle of the rising sun -
up, up, over thou the east - I see a
single leaf fall. A gold of the fading
maple, so early it tumbles down,
flopping over and over upon itself
in new light. Illumined by a morning
sun, it soon gives up its earnest fight
and tumbles down to earth.
-
To live! Is not that all we want?
To stay in place and make sense
out of what is present. All we
see resounds: time, and
place, and energy.
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