Feb 3, 2019 Original Poetry
A Geologic Vision
©February 3rd, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
Strata upon strata shift,
And layers sink beneath layers,
Entire islands submerge in
A deadly dance of movement,
And we are dust in its wake.
But even dust can revel in light,
Even dust can fear the chaos
Of which it is a part.
Even dust can cry out against
Its own self-degradation.
Caught up in destruction,
We gaze mutely up at the
Slowly wheeling stars of heaven,
Even as our life-deeds
Blot them from view.
Meanwhile, a flower unfolds
Somewhere, quiet, small,
Full of mighty resistance,
And a tree plants its children
For the fight of its life.
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