This tightly packed poem by Guyanese poet Martin Carter slowly unfurls in the mind & the heart, in the great dark of the bright connection of words, saying everything.
A message from 1977 to the ever weaving weavers of the web.
Orbiting, the sun itself has a sun
as the moon an earth, a man a mind.
And life is not a matter of a mother only.
It is also a question of the probability of the spirit,
strength of the web of the ever weaving weaver
I know not how to speak of, caught as I am
in the great dark of the bright connection of words.
And the linked power of love holds the restless wind
even though the sky shudders, and life orbits
around time, around death, it holds the restless wind
as each might hold each other, as each might hold
each other.
