SWINGING SPHERES

Little perfect balls on a large scaly tree,

You make me wonder if you have a message for me.

I am curious why, you are suspended there,

Between earth and sky.  Just for seed?

 

Do you bear a report?  Do you have a word,

From another world that should be heard?

Maybe another time, in another place,

That message I can find.  It will be freed. 

– eab, Dec. ’65