The Still Core - March 16 2023

 

The Still Core

March 16 2023

The shadows deepen, lengthen, sharpen.

The earth moves

under a full moon,

drifting clouds part.

And walking briskly

I, too, am in motion,

so it seems nothing stays still.

Even the rock

and bedrock

on their tectonic plate,

adrift on restless magma.

And the constant centre, the sun,

flung

on its spiral arm

through a vast clockwork cosmos,

expanding

at unimaginable speed.

Compose yourself, she counsels.

Find the still core

that simply watches,

the tranquil water

in which to float.

As if the universe orbits me,

its hinge, fulcrum, joint.

As if, as a matter of choice

I could simply stop,

my molecules slow

to absolute zero.

Brain on pause,

body cold.