NEXUS CREATIVE SPACE

they spy the hole in the cloud & dream

He lies

for the sun smiles & shadows play the waves of grass; 

& nothing changes. 

She thinks. 

Time’s constructed from bits,

remnants the river flings;

is aware

bare paws

pad the shore. There are gods here also

who know the pull & 

counter-pull; 

the waves that roll 

yr canoes;

long sails that cruise

the Caribbean; who understand more

than Copernicus did & Hawking: 

for they used the mind only.