Written July 7, 2020

while clouds whisper past
in a quiet splendor
there are secrets that go
untouched

mistakes are sewn
into nature’s memory
until patches make 
beings who dance 
in the light 
of the forgotten

some ants’ feet
keep time to
forsaken souls
floundering
flowering

pounding mud
into gold

Alchemy © Safira Schiowitz