A Planet Is A Moment
i.
This morning I wear
water and tree
the silk of river
deflects an empty
blue sky returns
with a rippling dark
my scarf the blinding
yellow of the dying
ash leaves that land
on my shoulder
I mirror the turning
light of the trees
their confession of days
diet of sunshine of drought
of a summer of glad living
ii.
That the weather is
where I live! A planet
spins a single knot
of time and here
where I am this
morning loveliness
even as someone
somewhere climbs
on their roof to escape
rising water
we share this moment
and time is nothing
like place
iii.
In the before is
everything possible
in the after even
the nothing that’s
there is missed
its absence
remarkable
iv.
the equipotentiality
of the living cell
of the river of the cloud
of the firmament
of this moment to encompass
all possibility
capillaries spilling into
artery —
v.
even the pointillist
texture of my shirt
works its way into
this scene its stipple
echoed by the wind-
troubled river
vi.
I chase the nature
of meaning where
it resides in the bike’s
spokes’ brilliant
reply to sun
and in the shadows
cast by the iron fence
how they weave
a cat’s cradle
of my path