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
