To the churning of the world

mall photo
Sky over Northgate Mall, January 2015

To the churning of the world

How my brain flares as I dream of you, electric spark
illuminating songbirds fast asleep, hidden in branches dark

a single egg met a particular sperm in warm depths and became you
a miracle like every seed sprouting green from the loam

now your eyes widen at the whispered ocean inside a conch
your laughter, how it spreads, fanning like spores on the wind

oh, see: the perfect geometry of magnified snowflakes? Look closely.
what is more beautiful than the curve of a femur or a rib or your smile?

I’m in love with the snaky way freshwater travels to the sea, undulating
mystery like my fingers knowing my thoughts before my mouth can say

how patterns repeat: rivers and streams forking, ever narrower, ever finer
just like the web of arteries and veins inside my body, your body, every body

the churning of the world, the tides turning to and fro, to and fro, endless
impulses firing, boom-pump, boom-pump inside your heart,

and my own steady drumbeats, echoing yours, beating together—hearts
thrumming together, together, together, that pulsing soundtrack: life

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Elaine Olund

I'm a writer, artist and designer who thinks way too much, and tries to see the beauty in the world.

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