The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.
Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Saturday, 23 April 2011
(poem) the circle of the world
you do what you do & the world keeps turning by itself you take one step, & anotherbreathe, keep breathing – flicker of light, cloud-shadow, larksong, rain – the whole of it there in its radiance you're alive * If you have been paying attention or, rather, managing to get to the end of my longer posts, you might recognise the snippet above. As so often happens, a few words lifted are much stronger than the impact of the same words embedded in another mediocre few thousand...
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