Diffusion

                                    Brenda Bryant

SKYWATCH

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DIFFUSION

When light is filtered through the clouds

It seems to be more bright,

As though the facets up above

Are multiplying light.

Instead of that round orb above

That blazes in isolation,

A billion little suns are born

Each a dazzling creation.

Light bounces off the water

In countless shining drops,

And glimmers far across the lake

Where it shines upon roof-tops.

It becomes a gauzy curtain

That softens as it gleams,

And everything is shrouded

In a memory of dreams.

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 MAD MAP!

We look at an Atlas and know what we see.

The shapes of the countries are plain as can be.

There's Europe, America, then Hindustan!

All part of a terribly obvious plan.

So Italy's shaped like a boot? Well, why not?

For that was the shape that old Italy got

In the days when the boiling mud hardened to rock!

The shapes never give us the tiniest shock.

We're so used to the map and the way it's designed!

We see it as normal; so clearly outlined.

There's an island called Britain up there in the sea

And China is just where that country should be.

But just take a look at the Atlas above,

And see the phenomenon I'm speaking of.

If the oceans had lowered in some other way

Our countries would all look so different today.

But one fact is quite certain! There's just no escaping

The squabbling and fighting and killing and  raping

Would all have gone-on; all the feuding and fuss!

For one thing would still be the same and that's 'us'!

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