Miracle of the Now
In the beginning
our hearts are cherry dipped stars
floating in forever clouds of
wonderment and joyful mayhem
At the end
we are pieces of pottery and driftwood
at the bottom of dead-end canyon called finality
In the middle there is a grand collision
of rain, fire wood, greenware and glaze
thundering whirlpools of inspiration, creation
reality marbling the soul with mountains of never and always
and the miracle of the now.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2018
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