Alchemy

Alchemy

We are of the earth, earthy,

“dust to dust,” etc.  Our bodies

wait out the storm until

dust to dust we return.

Five rivers found their way

from Eden.  They are flowing still,

even though Eden has long since

fled from Zion's hill.

When the last comet arrives

too close for comfort, some soul

will take a deep breath:  

“All’s well that ends . . .” etc.

By fire or ice?  “Who cares?”

says Frost, “Either will suffice.”

                    —Donnell Hunter

                            6 June 2012