Agreement Poem by Stan Petrovich

Someday there will be all-fire,
Fire enveloping everything;
And also someday there
Will be a consuming chill,
A chill way beyond a sting.

You and I cannot experience
This polarity of fire and ice,
Having reached the Fourth Universe,
Having lived more than twice.

Will we become gods or goldfish, Peering out of the curved bowl, Unable to fathom what we see?
Even gods can lose their reality.

In any case: a gentleman's agreement.
We shall both turn off the TV,
Cease arguing politics and theology,
Waiting for the fire in our life to vent.

'Peace on Earth' is no acrimony;
Just as Stonehenge is constantly a mystery,
Yet all the time in stature stonily.