Evening from I by Herb Lore
Closing my eyes and
Wandering through memories experienced and yet to come;
Sifting the Time until one grain remains
I am at Peace.
Peer through the Excited Water.
Music, composed by the Earth and Cosmos,
Conducts the friendly Otters; whom
Battle the torrent.
Elsewhen, now a defeated trickle, the Water
Minutely tracing the Earth, provides the Augur, whose
Age, lost with the flood, a tableaux for her premonitions,
Not belonging to any particular Epoch.
One day I peer into the void above,
Two moons rise and I seep love.
