Stars littering the ground,
leaves tattering the sky
Somewhere someone dies
Somewhere someone's born
Somewhere a chalice flares,
stirring some clenched hand to open,
love to overflow
Somewhere opposites conjoin:
seen folding into unseen, unseen into seen
Somewhere words are soaring
up, then down, then up again
along the angels' ladder linking the stars speckling the sky,
the leaves playing on the ground.
Phoebe Hoss, 1926 - 2017