Dark Matter II - Rebecca Elson
In this, our galaxy of human ways
Each of us, point-like, luminous
Bends the path of those whose lives we touch.
But there is something more.
That keep us circling a common centre,
Stops us spinning off into the void.
You feel it in an unexpected pull
A sudden swerve of thought, mid-stide:
The deep well of almost weightless memory.
The dense body of a passing god.
Evolution
We are survivors of immeasurable events,
Flung upon some reach of land
Small, wet miracles without instructions,
Only the imperative to change.
Rebecca Elson, A Responsibility of Awe
Fall Song - Mary Oliver
Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,
the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering back
from the particular island
of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere
- except underfoot, moldering
in that black subterranean castle
of unobservable mysteries – roots and sealed seeds
and the wanderings of water. This
I try to remember when time’s measure
painfully chafes, for instance when autumn
flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing
to stay – how everything lives, shifting
from one bright vision to another, forever
in these momentary pastures.