Equinox

crows and jetplanes, children's voices
sounds surround this moment's choices
always changing fast and slowly
season's ending, all is holy
 
all is mundane, all is sacred
all is in mind, all is naked
surreality expanding
no more needing understanding
 
Earth's now balanced in it's spinning
swirling, twirling new beginning
all around and too within
penetrating, captured in
 
time we're sharing planet wide
the calm before the coming tide
season's end and season's start
we've arrived , now to depart