Seated in the wind and hidden among the clouds, I see
stars and sky race through uncounted cycles of time that belong
to the ages…
….
Vast sweeping tides of first sunlights light up skies human eyes
did never see –
….
Melding into present, but eons past, when the moon struggled
with its identity –
and orbit –
those ages also belong to Earth, that place we call home –
….
Our land and sea was born over an earth we did not see,
long before life be –
….
Stars shot through the void of space, and threaded themselves
in our fragile blue –
….
One day, many suns later, our world was born –
the moon grew up and steadied her gait through mortal nights,
and enticed lovers, poets, ghazals and verse alike –
….
There was a big bang, and life,
and flowers,
….
came later…
….
… then today, trees in the neighborhood park lost their heads to trimmers
in the hands of the gardener…
….
there was no moon in the sky –
that old sun didn’t see –
From the uncounted cycles of time long before life through the void of space to trees trimmed in paltry minutes of the infinitesimal. Arrogance? Ignorance? Sigh!
Soothing words bring a stillness 🙂