Saturday, March 29, 2008

transient and fragile
like ribbons of thin ice
we are suspended across this earth,
by the
hand of God.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Trying to avoid the
overwhelming pull
sucking everything in its path,
the giant unseen magnet
that devastates the landscape,
we navigate the murky waters together,
and, still undiscerning,
we reach the far shore.
Poems © Gemma W. Wilson