Drawing in biro – finished today 12/02/2012
The Apex by Ruth Stone
If there could be another time like that,
when all your ancestors and all of mine
conspired to bring us together. Back there
on the savanna in the days when we touched
the earth with our palms. Whose deep-set eyes
and heavy arms shoved all those others aside?
And yet, my love, you were so delicate. The flicker
of an almost infinite lightning, the infinitely small
leaping quanta, like the tracery of the universe
that was yourself, the strangeness of the animal.