So long as inertia’s great flywheel holds all in place
why complain about the weather? Let it teach us
to vary, repeat ourselves, defy prediction.
At least we’re here. “Cheer,” calls the red-winged blackbird.
That call and one song are all it needs.
A better example might be the selfless moon
who climbs and sinks over the night-charmed earth,
horizons separating, entering each other.
Selves, bodies, wisdoms working together, wet
with complexity, weak and strong forces
constellated in us, what do you say?
is all we know. One law
grinds our bones, another licks our pleasure
until it swells and flowers
into the future. Love what you have.
May 31, 2005