Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Nano Buoys - a Morning Poem

Earth's Beauty so balanced
Yet the Clock is so close to marking the final moment.

Time is shattered in a nano by a sound, a glance or mis-step;
Whether the strike of the hour depicts real Time passing
Or simply serves to reveal another buoy in the bay?


These strikes, these hours, these buoys, these bays
Mark an emerging quality of simplicity;

Breath invited inward no matter what mark of Time
And visions of swirling Beings All
Colors swimming up toward eternity where
Imbalance robs no One

And our eyes see the same,
One buoy at a time.

-Allie Middleton

Albany, New York
26 August 2008

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