What is hanging still there over the clouds and houses?
In this moment when even the crickets are pursing their lips.

I know the gravity of things keeps it all moving, that it takes
time for the light to reach me, I know on a soft quiet night

nothing is still but look up there, memory the size of the moon,
lighting the way, going nowhere, perfectly still.

4 thoughts on “still

  1. lillian

    Beautiful. I like the repetition of “I know” in the second stanza. And I especially love the image of “cricket pursing their lips”. Just beautiful.


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