Poetry and poësie

Photo by De Waal Venter

The continuation of creation

The light of the sun
ruffles the sheets
on the bed.
The sheets on the bed
fold the light of the sun
into the Alps,
the howling peaks
of the Himalayas.
Snow holds the earth
in a stern grip.

Now the primordial giants
are sleeping
after having created
the steaming tropical ecologies,
the deserts with their bare aching backs,
the grasslands
with festive game migrations,
the green sleeves of England,
the glaciers of the poles
that rush downward
like millennial express trains.

A toe, the size
of Mont Blanc –
has it moved slightly?