John Horan
Novelist, scriptwriter, accidental poet. A student of compassion, peace and stuff. https://www.amazon.com/Vagrant-At-House-Love/dp/1502398060/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8
Watching the silence
Watching the horizon,
I study the silence for signs.
Out of nothing all things came
to nothing all things will return.
For now, there’s this, and us,
a tiny plot of land,
on the edge of the cosmos,
I’m drinking tea,
wondering what’s the point?
And the cosmos replies
isn’t this enough?
All and everything was
created for you,
land that’s green,
sky of blue,
and you are wondering
what to do?
play, pray, love,
it’s up to you,
the stars dance
to the same tune
as the molecules in you.
Just dance.
