Recognition

Recognition

Before memories were born,

when the frothy sea held only dragons,

did I feel you swimming near me,

in silence beneath the waves?

Or was it at dizzying heights

that I sensed you flying,

wingtip to my wingtip,

beating the heavens softly.

We must have begun long ago,

filling our throats with

what is so familiar to us now.

How else could we know

these same ancient hymns?



© 2010, Steve Serr