Yesterdays full moon I see
its gloriousness smiles back at me
a celestial sphere providing light
singularly in my sight
Diana’s face beyond all else
ethereal a gaseous star
Atop my kitchen window
It doesn’t seem that far
how did the Aborigine
with his wattle Brush
in his cave , a free, man
painting a Kangaroo
30,000 years ago
what he saw
and what I see
the very same epiphany
a hot red land
awake with soul
a beating heart
a light filled bowl
his wilderness
my kitchen scene
the breathing lifeblood
there has been
ahead of us can we make sense
As to our fate the same time hence.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
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