Eye in the clouds

"Eye in the clouds" 

In the sky where you found my eye

this morning - 

Magritte had painted it 

on a shell of vapour which changed shape in slow motion, 

once round 

it elongated and finally disintegrated,

becoming one with the whole of the universe, 

not gone.

And thus it was dispersed 

was free as air

to contemplate the earth, and all its natural phenomena,

without taking part in the human theories and creeds;

clear sighted and innocent like the unwritten slab of stone

before the runes, 

or Syrian, Egyptian sculptors 

carefully hammered in their words of wisdom, 

or the barter of their wares.

And there in the vapours of my mind 

formed poems, prose and thoughts,

provoked by the harsh beauty of this planet of blue and white

that, decorated, revolves in space's black abyss.

I kiss the earth, she shudders not,

this Gaia spinning free

and yet she acknowledges me, 

so small a cog in the wheel of man's endeavours

constantly sleeping and waking with her every turn.

She laughs at us, our cycles' path of being,

as dawn is dawning all the time

around her ample bosom 

and the bread and wine she gathered from space

to furnish us with the possibility of life;

so doing she gave breath to her throbbing heart

controlled and beautiful; her surface layer, 

her make-up for the few million years we now exist

perhaps to one day not exist!

No more will any other planet stay, they spin and spin

forever changing in the great wide unending puzzle

that space provides for man to wonder at,

his art, his learning, all, is far away in infinity where 

no man can ever reach the limits

unending fires of light and dark, 

like fireworks in the skies of many universes,

or so 'they' say!

And should we find out ...all, 

will all arts stop up, 

will all become so taken for granted, dull?

Or will we reach even greater heights of wisdom, 

greater distances into the, 

as yet, 

unknown future, 

a future that is never in the now?