by Tom (WordWulf) SternerHowe
Earth Chapel
In the city
we imagine
the cars are wild horses
Buildings become mountains
piled high
one on top of another
until they are small and one
under a great expanse of sky
where cave creatures dwell
climbing into the bellies of the horses
making false light
against the night
a collective prayer
to forestall the dawn
a curious perspective
from our eyes we may leave
and leave
We are an old tree
small and wizened, gnarled
our Children
flowers at our feet
A soft wind lifts their hair petals
Rain joins the smiles of our tears
rolling down
the ancient bark of our face
Nature is our peace
our religion
© 2005 Tom (WordWulf) SternerHowe
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