Alchemy

David Breeden
May 2, 2024

It was the black soil,
the delta of Egypt,
kēme, the soil itself that

transmuted muck to food.
Then to Arabic, al-kīmiyā,
the dense & creative &

how that might be gold.
And thus it was the mind,
crucible of the spirit:

al- anchoring the infinite,
— the fertile. Always,
always fertile. Changing.

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David Breeden

Poet, Senior Minister at First Unitarian Society of Minneapolis, a Humanist congregation. Amazon author's page amazon.com/author/davidbreeden