And then there were none...

By Gub (Last week in Felmin, Nov 2023)

Where body and mind meet

There are no days or nights

To remind us of what has past

Of what is to become...

Only what is.

Clouds drift above and stars

Fill the sky

The mountains' peaks,

Are dials signalling; compass points

In a slow passing infinity.

And yet we do count

the years -

We rest in time - Jurassic; ages

Dawn.

For without man

There is no measure

Of the universe or it's might

Or god's sight -

Our weak, frail, humanity;

Like a blink, a water droplet

Sliding down the hourglass

From here to oblivion.

Meaning yields to meaning

Only because without causality

Everything is dust

Belief

Is disbelief

So the carp rises to the surface of the pond,

To experience the buoyancy of water in the air, and in that moment masters the acrobatic dominion of two elements.