Re-World, A poem for Speedwell
There never were New Worlds across the sea
No
No
No
There never were New Worlds across the sea
these were ancient, already-peopled worlds since time immemorial.
But...
All of us hold worlds of imagination, where we dream and remember and project.
New daring,
New caring
new ways of playing that could catapult us into an equal future for all worlds
All the while
feeling backwards
into worlds of the ever-unfolding past, to the knotted roots of money and oil and filth and death
But now
New
If we re-world, make new - how impossibly magic
it
could
be.
Could we then really leave it as we find it, as we’ve made it, and ignore its call?
No
We’re of it, this world, old and new.