by eolake stobblehouse

it is early morning
before sunup
everything is quiet
almost alive
beneath it all

things live in the ground
things live in the sea
things move in the air
I see it

I feel life
moving everywhere
moving sideways

little lives
very little
and big lives
so big

they live under the world
above the world
in the world
some of them
are the world

in the skies
the guardians
of the ages rejoice

for now
is the time
of our homecoming