Something about the shadow and finding a black cat
Something about white on rice
Stars and the firmament
Black clouds and the rain
The sun and what it makes plain
how the invisible dances, through all things,
at a matchless pace.
Scribbling direction into a sense
For it is only that.
Bodies turn with the wheel
pivoted around a fulcrum.
We who have known time, will know
That we are made of strands that run
Through fingers as clocks are
tuned to a boundless rhythm.
That it helps to have a plan,
for we dance and tangle with time
and time, with us, is woven in turns.
Wind as it is, only holds water with the rain
pouring down through its grasp of the clouds.
And in that way, a seed sprouts, and grows,
into something light can hold up, as light does
to the questions of change and increase, in a tongue,
crest still, with something to conquer.
This poem was published in the February 2022 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.
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