W E N S
west of east
is north,
where air and water meet
and ice flows
south, melting.
elephants are learning to swim.
east of west
is south,
where fire and earth meet
and wolves, chasing their tails,
must shed their skin.
north of south
is west
where air blackens
in dense fog
and earth is stripped
of life.
south of north
is east
where oceans turn acidic
and human consciousness
is consumed by extinction.
in all directions
the world will move on
never hearing a baby’s cry,
or giggle as it discovers
a floating butterfly.
A directional poem…that’s so cool.
There’s a deeply spiritual feel to this. An interconnectedness that ties all things to each other. For some reason it makes me think of the book Fifth Sacred Thing. So much more than the surface shows