There is there, there is here.
Then and now.
There is nothing without a link
intrinsic to the other.
Therefore everything is bound,
somehow.
Though undone, it is tied.
There is water, there is sky.
Each a mirror, a thing in itself,
a reflection of the whole.
There are symbols,
like letters
of a language we don’t know,
but know we once shared.
And may yet again.
For there is then, there is now.
Here, there, tomorrow.
Voices on the wind,
Patterns in the sand.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
September 2020
Living Tree Poetry 