Monday, January 17, 2005

poem Chemical Water


We search the
sheen of the grass.

We know the gleam on the blade
is the blood of all creation.

We see landscapes softened.
sweet upon planetary dreams.

We place faith in the oasis.
And in rivers
through parched interstellar.

Doped with trace amounts
in vast arrays, mites teeming,
we know that worlds
can flourish.