a sort of coming

22 Aug 2004

owl
The gardens alive, I see minute bugs fly
Through the air like kamikazes, they signal
Invisible shapes, the greenest foliage, everything
Is a deep green, and the sun couches us in
A blanket of a warm, yellowy glow-like nothing
I could ever know
I watch the birds, a Melba Finch's crescendo,
A Chree-coo-coo staccato from skies above,
As they plunder flying insects, weavers spray
The sky with colours, I just stood there, 
Completely undisturbed with any worries or fears,
The universe suddenly coming together at
That moment, all energies flowing upon, and into 
Each other, like a massive circuit, any sign of chaos
Funnelling into a timid harmony, where every scream,
Or crack of bone, every shattered heart comes to peace,
If it chooses to, like I'd discovered the keys to 
The universe that warm summer day.

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