Thursday, November 22, 2012


A chain of Elements chance upon
A language is born
Words everywhere:
Silence and noise
Dead stop and movement
Mother suckling the child
Father teaching the bow
And the aim vanishing into air.
The squiggles of nature persist
like the furrows waiting for rain.
A downpour of answers
sprouting new questions.
The piece of the shared sky changes
as the faraway light reaches us.

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