Saturday, May 19, 2018

All Transpires, Dream-like (Day 486)

All transpires   dream-like   
beneath the land   sleeping 
spirits   seeds planted 
by tired hands   or thrust 
into the dark cocooning soil 
by cold machines   and weeds   
perhaps plucked by beaks 
or bills   transported 
through tumbling clouds 
and rushing winds   dropped 
into luminous air   falling   finding 
purchase there on willing earth   
waiting   artlessly scattered 
on hand-turned beds   arranged 
in mile-long rows and warmed 
by an incubating sun   fed by rain 
and thick inspiring fog   
never knowing under what skies 
they grow or wither   but sleeping 
silently now beneath the land   
where all dream-like transpires  


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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