Visitors

photo by Susa Silvermarie

At this rate and age, maybe
we ought to call ourselves visitors,
but as of now we’re residents.
Beings-in-residence
on large islands of an oceanic planet,
the whole spinning ball
churning and composting us all,
bursting to the brim with ancestor bones;
the great embrace of Gaia

keeping us and the seas from whirling away.
As earthlings we mediate
the Temples of outer space,
and the Temples of inner space.
The Temples suspend us
in their endless quantum garment ;
and our bodies, like a cave
shape around a pulsing emptiness.
Each being designs her life

as the center of a circle.
And each designs her life
as its perimeter –
vibrating
forward and
in every direction there is.
Out into all the Temples.
At this rate, at this age, maybe
we ought to call ourselves visitors.

©Susa Silvermarie 2023

photo by Susa Silvermarie