Words.

Because you are a pagan, you have to invest some concrete object – a thing – with power outside yourself.

-Nadine Gordimer, The Conservationist.

Evening Prayer
Spinning away from the sun gradually, our land
lights up, dotted marks tattooed on Mother Earth’s face.
These lights bring sound, rumblings and hornings
     and…
No silence can be found in this jungle.

Movement about me unceasing, so is that same old 
     stillness within:
An unceasing flickering of aspiration and pride
clamouring about, wanting to gush forth.

The phenomenon is highly social, highly unescapable.
neither away from nor to it can I shrink.

It is good then that near total darkness will
     soon fall upon everything.
And most things will stop for those brief hours
And then I can imagine that afternoon is happening
     on the other side of Gaia.