Tuesday, January 4, 2022

In the Field Where Memories are the Common

Every thought, no matter how remote
Concocts an odd response
From the spiral river flow
To change the course of what goes through
Each cell and demi-nebula.

There is nothing too small
To make the all
Turn to something else in every moment.

These blocks of stone, that stand
Alone in colorless vacuum
Have earned
The imprimatur of life.