The Next Activity Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The next activity
next
next
silent through the woods
the woods thickening
we trudge so far
so far as our feet
the thicket greens
and prickly grass and thorns
allow.
the glass of life
as a big wide
bubble floats
before our eyes
not a mirage
but almost I will to catch it
then
but then
it will burst
beyond the thicket woods
whose roots into the sands
of the nearby wide-extending
shores
around Earth's globe
extend:
kilometer on kilometer
thicket on thicket
grains
that in the sun's glare
melt and go:
so let me
here
on this stranded beach
long, long
linear and
circular simultaneous
arms of vast bays
here
let me melt
as sand on the beach
to salt of Earth
and
then a posse of Satyrs in next
night
will come
and pointing
with a magic stick of theirs
Call:
Here he lies,
the melted Poet Seer
the salt of Earth.