Monday, 29 January 2018

a lifetime ago

the holes in the skin
of this tree make a line
the woodpecker laid
the design

all the beetles inside made a home
in the hollow and the tree would die
and the woodpecker follow

the sun would shine
and stitch the earth
together with light

and the shadows would
grow the seams would
show

the design

I knew then of a god
the divine