The Pulse Beats Through it All

Slow stars stately wheeling
As rock rafts collide
Shifting worlds and mountains.

Candy pink roses
Turn their faces blindly,
Trustingly to the sun
Like infants, sucking down the
Warm nourishment.

White roots, bluntly
Nose through
Moist, dark soil,
Breaking rocks
In the silent dark.

Thrumming life,
Blood red pulsing,
Rising like
A trout to the fly,
Pushing through to be.
The same pulse
Beats through it all.

Betsy McKenzie
July 23, 2007