Road continues, neverending
Transit through and past,
Destination you’ve just left,
going nowhere fast.
Raindrops fall, street of glass.
Sky clouds floating, bulbous globes
Connection hidden, just a mask,
the face behind of sunlight strobes
The earth is living, the sky’s dead,
But it’s all part of the universe.
Could it be that WE are HE,
and everything’s in reverse?
If God’s above and we’re below,
it gives a complicated flow
from down to up, but then it’s seen,
there must be something in between!
Copyright: Anthony Leonard Ostheimer (ALO), 14 February 1972