Time and space

It’s childish
            to think of time and space
as empty abstracts
            all things in the universe
have their coordinates
            and around a rose
a bee revolves
            and a lover
around his love
            and the seasons
through the year
            circles and cycles
the life and death
            of life

The sowed seeds of creation
            the endless song
wood strung and plucked
            and strings of words
that rattle the vocal chords
            and two lives led
in harmony
            two souls dancing
to the same tune
            the patterns built
into our day to day
            the circumference drawn
around the home
            the perimeters we pace
the bricks and mortar
            of our love
safe as houses
            sound asleep

John Lyons