where can i hold
in the center of stillness?
the three directions:
we revolve about an axis, spinning
circling the wandering sun in light and dark
all floating, curving through space
tides pulse back and forth
the marine plate grinds into the continent
the winds swirl this way and that
and the center
of an infinite universe?
i can only push hands, stick
never hold, never truly stick
only be held
perhaps in the vastness
between the hectic particles.
*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.