Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Sprout


Time, at any
Point, is sum
Of everything
Looking into
An infant's face,
New, soft, surprised,
Composed of all

Time, all one--
History done
In little looking
Into me--
Eye to eye,
Inquisitive, seeing
And seen.
How much

Time, eons
Caught between?
A clock chimes one
Where past and
Future focus.
One goes on and on.
Hello baby!
We are more
Than a local
Phenomenon.

3 comments:

  1. This came at a good time. As you have probably read by now, I lost a dear friend, Linda, in the last few days. In any event your lines remind us of the web of life. Thanks!

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  2. Sad news, old friend. If poem gave comfort I am honored and should thank you.

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