The solstice is closer than it's been all year
Barreling toward some sort of equilibrium
Despite yesterday, tripping on a snow mound.
This present sense of planlessness is wafting
Down the hall along with the odor of cat hair
Burnt by leaning against the radiator belly-up
February is so swift it'll be long gone when
We notice the dairy bar lines and Belthane fires
New stars come back around and only last month
We paused to greet Orion on the dog walk
I keep dreaming of spinning in pirouettes scenes
Water wheels and flour mills and scarlet wine
This whole sky is alive and churning and we are
In it so I'm not gunning towards nothing I'm just
Letting the airs tell me what time it could be
Water wheels and flour mills and scarlet wine
ReplyDelete= you