Sunday, October 22, 2006

Ruminations on Genesis

There’s a way we feel the other world—
note, chord hung on the wingtips of the sun or
snagged by the waking moon—
no words, no words at all, just this sense of how
everything moves—in waves
as though the oceans of the world have come knocking
to say hello and do you remember me,
your friend from the first moments.

1 comment:

Carol said...

Haven't been to this blog for a while but it's been a rewarding visit with lots of new poems.
[Love the rhyme in the second line :-)in this poem] but mostly I like the nostalgia I really feel when reading it. Well done.