Let the day grow on you....
Let the day grow on you upward
through your feet,
the vegetal knuckles,
to your knees of stone,
until by evening you are a black tree;
feel, with evening,
the swifts thicken your hair,
the new moon rising out of your forehead,
and the moonlit veins of silver
running from your armpits
like rivulets under white leaves.
Sleep, as ants
cross over your eyelids.
You have never possessed anything
as deeply as this.
This is all you have owned
from the first outcry
you can never be dispossessed.
- photos above by Catherine Schieve: 1) looking out at green landscape from within the burned-out remnants of a space telescope destroyed in the firestorm of 2003 at Mt. Stromlo Australia; 2) the land and sky near Tidbinbilla, Australia.
- poem "Earth" by Derek Walcott sourced from http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com