~~~A conversation between two gardeners sitting by an open fire~~~

~Meaning~

Ever moving
Time and space
And whatever may be there in between

Connections yet
Unfound confound
The puzzle in fragments of the final screen

Mechanisms act
In manner replete
Clumsily we strive to grasp what’s unseen

Discovery comes
From middle to ends
To find that unfolding and where we’ve been

Presumptuous of manner
And full of our self
Believing our ability to discover and glean

At last, the end
Time and space found
And still there’s no answer…for what’s it all mean?

c.wade 1 AM, March 14, 2000

~Touch~

in your silent starlit hours
that bridge yesterday and today
you search for meaning for the hours
bruised and trodden along the way

you grasp for sense and lucid reasons
and long for simple explanations
you try to understand the seasons
of life's spin through time and space

in the calm of my soft twilight
i hear your cry and aching need
but can't give you any insight
into questions about life's speed

all i offer is one moment
within this endless universe
one instant of sweet connection
in which our drifting souls converse.

nk, 7pm, 15 march 2000