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, 5 March 2011
Learning the Language
each of us
seeking the sacred mountains
and the Other
stumbling tongues essaying
the lingua franca
still love to do with becoming
more not less
this trying to live wide open
the saying yes
while the head holds tight
but the heart like a
day after day leaps forward
- Roselle Angwin (in Looking For Icarus, bluechrome 2005)
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- where the sea thins to green glass
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