July 26*

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
and carried.

          perhaps in the vastness
          between the hectic particles.

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.

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