Saturday, 8 April 2017

dreams of home

and in my dream
i found myself floating in space
looking down on this rock
even the homeless call home

i saw no borders
except between the natural and the humanised
the wild and the tamed
the untouched and the soiled
by the hand of modern man

and that timeless womb
it was changing before my eyes
fading into darkness
emerging into light
death and life one in that cosmic breath
forever

but was that a thunderstorm
or that terrible flash of Trinity
that might mean the end?

was that a water cloud
or withered soil drifting
from our garden to the empty sea?

maybe we are all one
in our varnish-thin layer of breath
connected by watery memories

and what was once me fell down
into the abyss of despair
for our broken empathy
cannot see into that crowded, primeval dark
on the other side of that unfeeling rock
where the other half live, and die

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