Poetry

This is where God sighs

by veronica cressey 
02/01/22
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Look at the clock, 
Watch the hands tick. 
Look at the time. 
Listen! It clicks!

Now watch the sunrise, 
Breathe in the.air.
Overhead,  birds fly.
Ask, do they care?

We jump on buses, we jump on trains. 
Look at the clock,
It's hands remain.

Parks, as in gardens,
Plants and trees grow. 
Farmland's abundance 
Guaranteed growth. 

We jump in cars, we drive in lanes. 
We beat the clock,
We think we gain.

What of the willow?
Weeping, it's true.
What of the swallow,
Who swoops for you?

Look at the moon,
Through the night sky.
Waning, itmay be
Yet, controls tides.

As for the Oceans, 
As for the Seas,
This is where God sighs,
Through pure relief!