Gershon Wolf Poet Free verse

The Earth the Rooster the Constellations

The Earth rotates on her axis and orbits the Sun
Not imperfectly, not imprecisely, not inexactly
  Her pathway is precise, her timing exquisite

The rooster crows at daybreak, at the crack of dawn
Not before, not after, not while it is still nighttime
  His timing is impeccable, his song unchanging

The constellations appear in the sky at their appointed seasons
Neither trying to anticipate their emergence, nor extend their stay
  Their formations flawless, their gleam glorious

And humanity sees nought, hears nought
Living life as blind, as deaf, as beggars

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart August 20, 2018 at 11:42 AM Yes. Yes. Yes. Stardust with brains, which we barely use. ;) xomo! Gershon Wolf August 20, 2018 at 12:09 PM Yes. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. That is our lot. Blessings, gw

Sand Blown August 19, 2018 at 8:21 PM really nice write...constellations have always been the whispers of gods Gershon Wolf August 19, 2018 at 9:17 PM Wow! I like that comment, sand!! Thank you! ~ gw

Michelle Faulkner August 19, 2018 at 6:58 PM This makes me think of Stonehenge, and the years of care to capture the constellations, yes nature is more wise and aware than we- Gershon Wolf August 19, 2018 at 9:16 PM It sure is! Much more aware and wise, as you so rightly deemed it. ~ Gershon

Robertina B. August 19, 2018 at 5:52 PM Such a lovely free verse , my friend.. A joy to read and so unique.. wonderfully penned!! Blessings!! Gershon Wolf August 19, 2018 at 9:15 PM Thank you, my dear friend. It is a blessing to hear from you, as always. Best wishes, Gershon