Swift Passage

I embrace the silence of time
which flows between us like a deep
green river divides a continent, unwittingly.

With the integrity of water, pure
at source it moves the endless particles
of unconscious matter downstream, insistently.

The nature of your stillness
is not partial nor given to hostility,
but steady as the undercurrent’s implacability.

I stand opposite, reaching toward
your presence on the far bank, estranged
by the swift passage of nights to fall, indissolubly.



I am doubling up on challenges again this week:

Sanaa's Midweek Challenge asks us to draw inspiration from Pablo Neruda's poem, I like for You to be Still.
Kim's Weekend Challenge, references the poem Let Evening Come, by Jane Kenyon and asks for a pastoral theme written in tercets.

Chrysalis

Cabbage Tree Emperor Moth caterpillars 

in the beginning

chrysalis

darkly coiled
singularity
                         when nothing
                         was everything

then time
then space
then matter

                         emerging
from the infinitesimal
cocoon spinning
gravity

a cosmic moth
                         expanding
its black wings
and birthing stars

each a single
egg hatching
destined to be

chrysalis


For Bjorn's Weekend Prompt in The Imaginary Garden.

I love to write about creation myths, and to imagine how the universe began in a poetic way. Sometimes thinking poetically is the easiest way to make sense of the inexplicable science of the universe.. which all comes down to one's own tiny back garden. These two Cabbage Tree Emperor Moth caterpillars I saved from the road today made me think again how unique our planet is in the cosmos, how worth saving.