#2374 -- poem of the manifest wonders

 

2374

7.181

1.vii.26

poem of the manifest wonders  

 

the gladdening does brightly

wends a wingéd way

with take your turn and time

there’s no either ending

all sorts of things in the sky

it’s everywhere – look up!

 

we, too, hurtle, furred with moss

 

I’m throwing a question mark over it all

that’s the lifted leg, sure for a sign

 

all under the aegis of world, just this

 

a little smoke, wires overhead

music already in the ears

 

we’re waiting for the machine still

 

a vigorous allegro

 

let me share my concerns

 

one leaf leads to another

as any insect knows

 

breathe in!

 

imagine my surprise at a voice

someone speaks my language

 

we are the survivors they found

             so far

 

I keep a path in memory

that’s just to know where we are

 

shade and sun

a dapple, breeze

 

they say that it’s not quite infinite

they haven’t looked closely enough