The watchers  

 

   
 There is a line beginning with No

thing that leads to Us - here in this

world of leaves that push , this time of year ,

through last years dead . These spears
 

 

  push green and upwards through the snow

that lingers damply in the hollow -

up above - a single swallow

specks the pearly sky and more will follow
 

 

 and on the earth below - a crow

is pulling at a captured worm

the other end is holding firm
tail tethered in the frozen turf

 

 It’s not intending to let go

not either of them - leave them there and walk away

chew and be chewed - that’s the way

in this tug of life ballet
 

 

So many solar systems like our own

so many worlds - specks in the skies

the fuzzy ones are galaxies

of unimaginable size
 

 

I always thought that we are not alone

but ...

what if we are ?

and there is no-one else to see and wonder at our star ?
 

 

this local archipelago

what if we ARE the only one ?

No one to watch and wonder at a screen

No one but us to watch this scene

this crow  this worm  these eyes  this green

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Anita Greg   11/03/2019