#758 - riproar

 

29.i.22

758

3.29

riproar

dander up

 

for Barbara McGregor

 

 

not everyone can spin

completely still, like us

and hear the spheres

star distant

how they turn

and some say speak

 

come to me days of such

be secret!

not everyone as brittle boned

as travel up this far

 

it’s a rattle round fall about

time takes us where we go

 

ask – why does writing have any direction?

 

an art of steady where

find lines, fix them

matter of mind over

 

thousand miles an hour at the equator

very few feel it like us

 

fact is world sun

galaxy spin

and out

even the moon

though won’t seem

locked on a tide

and round you go

 

shone netherly

innids faster yet

because a star is gas

 

breeze we blue

flutter leaves

let’s branch to branch

dizzy miss of a reel

 

I’ve never aimed for sense

why start now?

 

arrows have pointed us here

arrows go over the page

 

never think that it’s just the one kind of motion

we could swap superpowers

 

each day’s enough

 

pass go again

blow candles out

and that’s how here we are