Gemsbok Poems

The Evolving Nature of Indifference

I am 

rush of wind,
upwelling seas,
weathered rock 
reforming,

libration of the 
moon at play,
dust of stars
rebirthing.

I sing
among the spheres,
take mirrored water
for a canvas,

and for the gemsbok
in Namib
remain unmoved,
uncaring;

then I grow limbs,
in self reflection rise, 
grow clever hands,
create anew 

and stand, 
a part of,
not apart from,
All That Is,

to tremble
with the energy 
of suns
surging in my veins,

to choose
with brain and heart
my course among the galaxies:
coldness or compassion.