EVEN AS WE SPEAK Somewhere the heavens touch the earth And the name of that place is the end. But the night sky starts at your feet And you walk in it wherever you wend: Stars your immaculate conception, Constellations your reflection. Even as we speak, lava gushes From fissures at the bottom of the sea. And, far away, up over the icebergs Clouds out of blue sky form purely. Like our ancestors, our placidness Wafts into the breeze like incense. Take a look at your lifelong face, At the life-giving curve of the earth, At the blue midst the blackness of space... Why not beyond the Milky Way The everlasting stars of our rebirth? Down cold mountain the river crashes Over the crags into the forest green. But you won't taste the ground water Til it fountains from the loam of your dreams. Into the lake a stone drops, distilled: Your circles widen and you are tranquil. Take a look at your lifelong face, At the life-giving curve of the earth, At the blue midst the blackness of space... Why not beyond the Milky Way The everlasting stars of our rebirth? How wondrous the rings of Saturn in The moonlit shell you hold in your hand. It took a million years for us to Understand the eclipse from where you stand. You ebb and flow in the sand at the shoreline: The waves of the moontrail reach to the sky.
Copyright © 1996 by Craig Eli Stone