it’s a chain. no one knows
where it started or where it will end,
eternal in nature
always inspiring the next
thing of beauty.
it’s Genesis, Revelation
Woody Guthrie and David Gilmore.
it resonates in the wind, the waves,
with each grain of sand,
and every blade of grass.
the poets tell the story.
the photographers weep.
composers grasp for truth.
rock and roll shouts it at you.
no one knows when she comes
or when she’ll be back,
always here like Houdini.
