The Spoonbill Generator

Relativity In Guise Of The Moving Moon

A small chunky moon drifts or perhaps
It is the clouds that are moving [Francine]

The stars are surely still [Anon.]

The black river scintillates [Francine]

Its waters are restless [N]

What mystery in shiftings, the flow [Francine]

and ebb of every particle of air [N]

Impart a meaning. We [Francine]

Are one with this movement [N]

Are one with what is and will be [Francine]

Contributors: Francine, N.
Poem finished: 5th August 2003.