#1314 - swerve

 

1314

7.viii.23

4.220

swerve

Markwell, winter, thinking of Lucretius

 

now supposing

 

being where we are

air deep

afoot among

say, for a moment, nowhere

or just as good as

 

sinew of self, flex forward

yet some silver to the smoke

having darkened grimwardly

 

one cloud and another, one star

 

myself, careful with a valley

going round, like the rain

 

tending few words, less fire

 

and all of this to know

that these hurlings and hurtlings

are all at once

 

around the sun

and for a spin on own axis

ducking comets

our own star on its long way where?

the galaxy weaving forth

outwardly ever

 

that I take my moment here

and thank you

secret, still and calm