Existence Poem by Walt Ostrander

As existence is a tapestry
So have I begun
(And ended)
With colors of and of not
My choosing
And coupled with the moon’s teeth
Shading busy taxis in checkered wake
Is time that has unwound upon life.

She was peculiar as the songless bird
Upon a singing bow
Yet bows sang as she silently
dismissed her voice to the earth
(And to me)
And ascended
to the transcendental orchestra of thundering that is
Not regrettably
Humanity.