Battling each other- black and white,
which stone placed where,
who- is never a part of the equation,
that last pebble and end to the game.
As is how the world is,
but watched through a pair of rainbow glass,
the black of the dying trees- green and glowing,
cracks of the beating heart- red and pulsating,
a rhythm hidden in the ripples,
the grey spreading gradually- painted in blue.
......
yo también vengo de las estrellas,
hecha de silencio, luz y polvo.
no estamos solos.
I am from the kindness of the “oh so talkative” Scott family
And the hard work born from the “ever-stubborn” Hare’s
From traffic-ridden highways and serene rushing rivers
To classes where I was one in two to one and fifteen
Where folks packed the morning streets to break from spaghetti junctions and impending traffic jams
......
yo también vengo de las estrellas,
hecha de silencio, luz y polvo.
no estamos solos.
I am from the kindness of the “oh so talkative” Scott family
And the hard work born from the “ever-stubborn” Hare’s
From traffic-ridden highways and serene rushing rivers
To classes where I was one in two to one and fifteen
Where folks packed the morning streets to break from spaghetti junctions and impending traffic jams
......
Battling each other- black and white,
which stone placed where,
who- is never a part of the equation,
that last pebble and end to the game.
As is how the world is,
but watched through a pair of rainbow glass,
the black of the dying trees- green and glowing,
cracks of the beating heart- red and pulsating,
a rhythm hidden in the ripples,
the grey spreading gradually- painted in blue.
......