poems In this issue   BACK TO TOOKANY REVIEW HOME Claudia Beechman Ruth Deming Myra Edwards Jan Felgoise Marion Fox Angela Glover Gail Brown Hicks Norman Lampert Grace Lynch David Nuranen Judah Rosenstein   Edited by Kristine Grow & Sandee Mandel For more information about  writing workshops offered by the Cheltenham Township Adult School, contact: Cheltenham Township Adult School 1414 Panther Road Wyncote, PA 19095 Phone: 215-887-1720	David Nuranen    David Nuranen has been writing for 15 years. In 2004, he had paper on William Shakespeare published by the Journal of the Wooden O Symposium, which was part of the Shakespeare Festival in Cedar City, Utah.     Selected Haiku Spring sparrow Beak full of grass Still singing   Midwinter A single chestnut oak Thick with hard leaves   Darkened sky High shadows hurry north Silent geese       Hold High the Night   Sand tickles the man’s bare feet As he walks along an empty shore. The ocean is silent. Placid waters caress the beach. The man raises his eyes To view the evening. Uncounted stars hold high the night. Endless eons ago all things, To the furthest reaches of the sky, All the stars with all their worlds And all the space they’re spinning in Were bound in a something A trillion times smaller Than the smallest grain of sand The man steps upon.  Then-a miracle:  This something burst. Awesome fires in the stars ignited, And the dark fled.  The jeweled heavens blossomed And we had a home. The man kneels And gathers up some sand.  He raises it high. The grains in this one handful of sand Are near the number of stars The man sees from the Earth.  But unseen by the man, The endless heavens Hold more stars Than there are grains of sand On all the shores Of all the oceans Of all the world.  Fearsome fires in the stars Forge atoms Which make all things. All things are symphonies Of a strange kind of music Vibrating in the invisible depths Of atoms.  The very atoms in the man’s body Were made in the stars.  They were the stars themselves.  Over the immeasurable miles of space They traveled from star, to star, to star.  Then the atoms drifted here And became the Earth and its many beasts. The same atoms that are in the man’s body Were at onetime in the bodies Of millions of different creatures.  At onetime his atoms Lived in awesome beings Which swam the tides And currents of ancient seas.  His atoms were once in wonders That sailed the air Of long ago skies. In ages past his atoms Belonged to the behemoth That humbled the land. When it was time trillions of atoms Heard some sacred call And followed a holy impulse To assemble together And make the man.  And the man came into being.  So the man is the universe, All of him, Down to the final somethings In his flesh.  Limitless is his soul As much as the seas And the sands And the skies.    Within what seems A random roll of chances The universe whispers hints Of a nature That can only be called good.  And this goodness Has but to know The seething pain Of our deepest hurts The quaking terror Of our darkest fears And it will know what to do.  In its time And in its way It will transform them Into something rich and dear.  The man turns in the sand  And begins to walk home.	"Never be afraid to sit awhile and think." Lorraine Hansberry
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