'How fast the world spins

As I mark through dark trees

The passage of the Moon.


The same for Sun, of course,

But there is an intimacy in shadow

Not found in daylight.

Night drops a veil

Over the familiar

And all becomes uncertainty.


It opens the universe

To our enthralled sight

As the invisible becomes visible,

Thrilling us to realize

How insignificant we are.

And so, we think – we think.


Soon, all is metaphor:

'Universe': all things turned into one

Becomes: all things viewed as one.

From furrowing a field

To ploughing a mind,

What's not to LOVE about language!


Cynthia Buell Thomas, July, 2020

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 28th Jul 2020 12:39

This just jumped into my head, and I liked it. So, someone else might relate too.

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