ka-chunk, ka-chunk . . .

The rhythms of the earth are never still:
the frantic pre-dawn anthem of the birds,
the heat-inspired cicadas’ single words
and fossils keep their records without will.

The waves that lap in summer never still,
and summer without autumn is absurd;
and moon and sun pursue and time recurs
and lungs and hearts reply and will until

the ancient mighty summons has its way
and as an eyelid shutters for an instant
so winks and shrinks all this to a single atom

And then as if the sun rose for the day
it all begins a mighty bawling infant:
then starts again like a mighty calf to fatten.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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