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

Tuesday, 12 April 2011

(poem) this being human

flight is always on the brink of
possibility on the radio this morning

and I'm here in the courtyard
with a cup of tea
and three buzzards in a slow circle
over my head, each
primary feather distinct

and me, human, always
at the nexus
of gravity and uplift

I have only these words 

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