Tuesday, May 21, 2024

The Pink Bench and the Great I Am

In the park
Where things happen without time
Sounds connect, seeds fall, nations rise.
Each stem holds a world to the sun.
There is no one like anyone else
But we are all one.

In fact,
The Temple from beyond
The Jacaranda blue
That strokes its amorous bell
To get through
Is just the whirr of birds
— It never did exist.