just as in water,

falling down its drain

a tunnel of circle going around it

a floating body in orbit

or the mind in periscope, the view from around, 

still turning in one way

the last of it going under

popping sound of a bird calling

from dinosaurs’ time of waking

so many things we still say

the age of a tree in its limbs

tired eyes blinking

the body that fattens and then wanes

the moon that brings the blood

the lifespan of a spider

and the human’s web it spun


Copyright 2019 ⓒ / Forrest Gallagher