Nature: A Triad

I. Osmosis of the Deep

Osmosis, that strange

sensation. Knowledge,

mindlessly slipping inside

over filters of the past.

Starlight dances in the deep,

in the darkest water, where nothing

sees with physical eyes. Here the

oldest of creatures stay, ancient and

far from any light. Us ghosts wander

the ocean floor. We are creatures of

heaving secrets, scrolls lost in the water.

Enter our realm if you seek an ending, a

damnation of all you once were. Your last

evening on land, sailor, will you weep at

evermore walking this land of wrecks and sorrows?

Pray your bones only find the darkness of sea floors.

II: Horror of the Sky

Hold on to

old memories.

Ripped away from

roses in your gardens,

only phantoms to cling to.

Floating in the vastness of space

the stars are burning, blinding

holes in the darkness that is silent.

You float, no longer tethered, alone. The

stars could turn you to ash, their

kiss of fire the last thing

you would feel in this void.

III: Comfort of the Soil

Corn reaches to the sky

on this late summer evening.

Mosquitoes swarm seeking flesh like

flowers are sought by bees.

Order is sown from seeds of

raging chaos of the farmer’s work.

Transforming soil into new life requires

other hands than nature to till, and

for that nature watches. Nature waits

to take from the earth the lives that crawl

here, beneath the sky that goes on forever.

Even in the deep, nature waits below the

sea. The ghosts that wander the floor

on borrowed time gaze at those lost

in the void of space, where the burning stars

light the earth, and the soil reaches for all.