Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Halo© by Alma de la Melena Cox


The sky broke open
washed me clean
of many things,
soft steam lingers
on my skin,
a halo it seems,
growing more
than belongings
bigger than thoughts
always enough
and the Earth
hasn't stopped
in fact
no one has noticed
the eternal-ness
soaking everywhere
through and through,
this brief life.

Wrap the halo close~
hold tight.

3 comments:

katiebird said...

I'm thinking of your constantly...

Shona Cole said...

that is beautiful.

Anonymous said...

Jorge Luis Borges couldn't have said it better......


Art is endless like a river flowing,
passing, yet remaining, a mirror to the same
inconstant Heraclitus, who is the same
and yet another, like the river flowing.