"What a long way we have come,"
says the privet hedge in grey light,
damp dusk stealing down
more slowly already.
*
"Hundreds of millions of miles,"
I say,
"the way
of the world rolling
in its gravitic groove, bead
on the sun's bracelet.
*
But you fidget
less than I."
*
"That's true,"
she says, with a little ruffle
of faint assent.
*
... and the traffic and the dogs and the drone of a
prop somewhere deep in the cloud, Joe laughing
at nothing, sipping his tea next to me, the net
of the trampoline like a diaphragm in stirring wind;
and there is a peace which passes understanding ...
*
The trampoline is flumping again, the
laughter spilling out.
*
"But then," she adds,
"I do like to doze and mull things over."
.......................
*Then of course there is the sun circling galactic centre and
the galaxy moving with regard to the Cosmic Microwave Background.
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Winter Trails
PoetryWinter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it...
