One long conversation
Me with you and you with the Earth
And the Earth with the Sun
Began with the simplest lines
Joining and breaking words
Without any intention.
The simple begets the complex
And in talking can beget the simple again
Or flow into another conversation,
To, in the ebb and flow of the talk
Become complex
Rising haughty and flush
And deaf to the conversations
In the soil beneath his feet.