I bear a mark,
A spiral sign
In indian ink
Upon my arm.
No bigger than
A silver coin,
It calls to mind
A nautilus,
The yearly growth
Of mollusc shells,
The whirling winds
Of hurricanes,
Or spinning wheels
Of galaxies
Where stars are born
In clouds of gas.
It is a sign
Of nature’s power
And energy,
The Universe
And All That Is,
Omnipotent,
And infinite.
Be glad, rejoice!
Pete Crowther
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tattoo-2/
