Crawick Multiverse

I was an open cast mine,
bones broken, cast away
when black gold teeth
were all extracted.
An industrial wasteland
of slag transversing nature.

I am a phoenix –
the art of new beginnings
at my heart –
songs that reshape landscapes
of infinity
and stardust in my mouth.

Walk my corkscrewed paths,
stand with your feet
on earth and rocks,
let your head reach up
to starspace, black holes,
galaxies.

Then find your own place
in the cosmos.
This is the right order of things,
this architecture of wonder;
a multiverse in a verse,
a universe in a word.

Caroline Johnstone