exit

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 2018 ⓒ / forrest gallagher