How in the end to articulate that which is smaller and greater than words? Words, after all, are only raiding parties plundering the unspeakable
Driving 600 miles home in a welter of words. Driving 600 miles home in a great silence.
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.