How Still
Not a sound.
As though the world had not yet started
With its impossible creation
But held itself outside time and life and love.
Waiting.
The stars are ice hot and busy now
After the first millisecond blast.
The planets circle
Spinning, cooling, making
space.
In the night
We stand,
All of us, from time to time
Looking out from our marvellous rock.
The human element has no number.
Although we know the code
We do not know our self.
Time and life and love are all we have
Which are too much to measure.
Lovely Bev,it must have been a joy to write (or it reads that way ;-))thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThanks Jill. I love writing poetry when the mood takes me.
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