It is almost green again, the world. Almost new, almost a reflection of something

no one has ever seen. I dream a dream that repeats itself, familiar similar

faces spaces and streets. To dream other

wise would be prophecy, no? If not the old tapes,

if not the tattered psychology of our collective

paradigm of rose colored glasses, waist high

swaying grasses, completely square boxes, foundations

and clocks… if not all that, then what? After so many

billions of years could the Universe give

birth to a true anomaly? Could the Creator fashion

a teardrop into a kaleidoscope such

as the world has never seen? Alas, it is

almost green again, the world. Almost new.

© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019