Poem by Nola Thomas


Watercolor by Marlena Ashby

Daisy once

told me the rocks are stars.

The sun is infinite emptiness eroding time and space,

and we are but travelers finding our destination,

our place, 

in a dying

universe. And it was

the wind that constructed the sky-

an abysmal blue and billowing surface,

veiling the black, autonomous planets.

The birds, voyagers, kiss the land above,

sweep down

like Zeus and Heaven's doves to awaken our dreams.

This body

you lie in

the skin

that wraps and tangles our senses and souls

bears the light within us all.

Read the sun and breathe the sky

and remember the dawn rises

as in the sun to the moon.