And yet

A mysterious force, a "dark energy",
is pushing the universe to expand,
flinging galaxies
away from each other.
Less sunlight is reaching the earth
with every passing year.
Still no answers,
To Spontaneous Human Combustion.
The Arctic Ice Cap is melting.
Old values are disappearing.

And yet,

Coiffeuse holds your face in old veined hands,
and says: "It is so good to see you again".
The strains of a loved tune return from nowhere,
filling the empty spaces in your head.
And at the familiar dull street corner,
suddenly, a lone tree,
resplendent,
in luminous yellow blossoms...

29 Jan 04, Thursday