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.
Monday, 19 November 2012
shaking the air
The dancers' bodies shake the air
A passing train shakes the air
The steady stream of photons shakes the air
The proximity of the moor
A sparrow's cheep
'Getting close by going far away,' croons the male voice, and I smile because I have been thinking lately again of just this: how two bodies need differentiation before they can really join. 'Getting lost to find my way back home.'
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