Old Sky keep brighten darken
over and over til the Night gets long
and you hunker down for winter,
knowin spring hides under ground.
Old Sky keep rainin blowin this way that,
changeable as a madmans mood.
Sky wets and dries, burns and makes shine;
in the space of a Moon some growing gets done.
hopefully
dirt is your substance – earthen birthright:
oxygen carbon iron sulfur,
fungus virus protein symbiosis.
fed by Earth, seeded by Sky,
drawn by cycles into Time,
season after season,
sprouting, ripening, going to seed:
Each One lives for a time; the One lives on & on
inexorably
– A Moon Shadow, swift black beam –
dark is not absence – it has substance!
now is the only time