from BARDO

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.

Roselle Angwin

Friday, 23 November 2012

Just This

So what in the end
might it mean to tear
the veil and tumble through
into the world
of exquisite infinite light?

Nothing special, I guess:
still this last robin
greeting the dusk with all of herself
this half moon rising in fugitive blue
and that small plane droning into the West

no longer a watcher
and no watched

© Roselle Angwin November 2012

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