Unconscious for eons
Plexing and flexing
The daily chorus of utilities
In organic and inorganic forms
The growing grass, the big mountains
The flow of rivers, melting lavas
Volcanic ash, the trees;
My dream state
In becoming of my consciousness
I have found you
Delta to my thoughts,
A slight tinge to my grey hairs;
Now, that I have lived so long
I can feel
The stroke of difference; conscious
of my change
No comments:
Post a Comment