PANTHEISM

Today I turned

from the drizzling rain's

gray hours,

back to Edward Thomas,

miserable possessing

all one could want

but longing for something

he couldn't define,

and yet his words

never depress, they uplift

nestled in the greater world

where human sorrows

are briefly passing things,

whether a bullet

meets a chest

or fox cracks an egg

one had longed to hatch,

the great living world

is the living world,

enduring through

shelling and drizzling

rain's gray hours,

all the disappointments,

all the grief one felt

between the two

etched dates,

enduring unbroken

past them into other lives,

other times,

into deep time,

into the vast glimmering

ancient cosmos 

watching,

feeling 

these ephemeral things,

these painful, joyful moments

through us, its instruments

it so quickly discards.

02.11.2025