Sunday, January 31, 2010

builder

 
I'm piling pebbles and pouring sand,
I'm building hills and hoarding land
when some hills melt,
I change my hands,
when some hills grow,
I try to understand, I wait

for these hills to become,
grand mountains, roads and bridges in between
gravel laid with ornate cement railings
breathless views and visiting hordes
in moving boxes, stopping and running
like streams and rivers strung through
like undercurrents eroded from bedrock

I am waiting for movement
stolen from time
set free one day, be life
without my hands in between

 

2 comments:

  1. I'm piling pebbles and pouring sand too Maddy
    I'm building hills and hoarding land too!
    Tell me It will find a lasting shape and life will be as grateful to me me as much I am because of it!

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  2. Hey Pearl, nah life will not be grateful, it doesn't know how, but thats okay, it will be a beautiful planet :)

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