Thursday, 28 March 2013

How Still

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.


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.


  1. Lovely Bev,it must have been a joy to write (or it reads that way ;-))thanks for sharing!

    1. Thanks Jill. I love writing poetry when the mood takes me.