© 2004
There is a world between – but never
dividing
Plant root soil stone
from placid grass knolls to hot molten
coals
life rises from the heat between
spawning dreams
eruptions of viscous continuity that
cools to condense
and solidify a foundation
Magna runs our veins as sinuous thoughts
close all distance
spinning the unique existence
while laterally adjusting the axis
having time held and drawn at our
touching finger tips
spooling springs of golden waters
enrichening our Earth – to rebirth
creating continents at will
skipping stones forming straits
elating playful islands of ideas
where we shall take one another
across these stepping-stones to tomorrow
I hold this world, our world dearly.