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

Monday, 25 July 2011

being another syllable

To lie all the green day
in this summer meadow

to hear the grass roots murmur
in their long stretch up to light

to be an unthought
in the day's bright dreaming

grass blade, swallow, human –
all tunes for the wind to dance in

Roselle Angwin

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