Without Us….

Where no one stands

the wild things call

their voices rising

in discordant rhythm

beyond the pale of ear to hear

beyond the veil of sight to see.

Where no one stands

the grass grows tall

branches fall and thicken

ripe across the ground

steeped in mists and dew

dried by wind and sun.

Where no one stands

the eagle cries

its silent passage

evidenced thereby

while field mice tremble

at passing silken shadows.

Where no one stands

the earth is thick

with a billion years

of dust and rain

and the idle passage

of long forgotten things.

Where no one stands

a rock balances

teeters, years upon the brink

and nothing changes

in falling left or right

no consequence in fate.

Where no one stands

light touches earth

through cloud and dappled shade

its metamorphosis begins

from light to life

and the meaning of alive.

Where no one stands

there is no master

and there is no slave.

Time is endless

right and wrong do not exist

the universe is complete.