dust from exploded stars
has fallen here
and taken shape
a picture on the wall
coffee in a cup
molecules vibrate
and sunlight strikes my eye
we shape our world
we abhor chaos
we find refuge in meaning
i write poetry
fixing my long pole in the river
and push forward leaning
there is depth below
the utter chaos
i sift the new york times for news
light floods thru the window
flying around like angels
the people carry on
they carry themselves and they carry
their coffee it's the shape of angles
that makes a space i see
the corner turn around
i follow the meaning out
the door and into the jet black night of day
Great one
- tim
Posted by: Tim | March 12, 2011 at 06:38 PM
thanks tim !!
Posted by: rohn | March 18, 2011 at 09:45 AM