Along the Lifeline's Crease

My lifeline's crease is deeper now than long.

How long is a lifeline?

How high is the sky?

 

Forget the length. This lifeline's deep,

its chasm's walls lined with

gatherings of silk in colours

made from insect bodies, ground minerals,

flowers dried and crumbled.

The silks float free and flutter,

rainbows that glow in all weathers.

 

The rim of the chasm's walls

displays an endless line of portraits—

gnarled, wrinkled, smooth:

people of the earth, and each one beautiful.

 

The floor of my lifeline's canyon

gleams malachite in marbled green

bearing the feet of passing royalty.

 

My lifeline is deeper now than long.

But I would not trade its riches

for any increased length.

 

 

Copyright 2014 Ann Tudor

www.anntudor.ca

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ann Tudor www.anntudor.ca
http://www.scenesfromthejourney.blogspot.com