Countless milky waves of stars,
arcing across a shore-less sky,
guiding a fleet of planetary life rafts,
in due course, toward time's end.
The disheveled and coy
order in nature presented anew
with each season
and each discovery.
The misty arc of the rainbow
where star fire plays
in among the rain droplets
to the delight of a child.
The teeming ark of all creatures,
great and small, coursing,
in the flutter of a divine moment,
through infinite possibility.
Dedicated to Greg
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It's a nestler, Anthony.
I like the allusion to Noah's story transposed on the cosmic canvas.
A few favorite word combinations: "milky waves", "flutter of a divine moment" and "disheveled and coy order in nature".
I enjoyed the hint of paradox in "time's end" and "infinite possibility."
The poem has a rhythmic elegance -- a pleasure to read.
Posted by: Fee Fee | December 21, 2006 at 10:19 PM