Orange peach mist lingers over the water
as the rising sun bleaches unbearable whiteness
into the blue, into the contrails of the
international traveller, the training airmen,
attracting the parallel lines – a fire magnet –
even as earth inches its way outwards, warming
and cooling, defying the earth child’s newly acquired
need to predict, to model and to compute.
Defying with peachy, fuzzy-warm facts in space loads,
overloads; the thumbprints of god multiplying
like Mandelbrot minnows in the shallow orange river
as the earth child is drawn, lured: onward, outward, inward;
discovering itself, like light: either, or and both.