Clock hands rotate at speeds
set in plain, dependable stone.
Morning: Think of structures.
Spin them.
Then, feed forward at midday
like insects feasting on plant roots.
Methods in the madness -
Detritus.
Knowledge settles. Thoughts need food too.
I raid family trees;
the histories and songs.
Deflecting
half-light.
Reflecting movements of charge.
Here is a new poem that is featured on Poetry Worth Hearing episode 21. Thanks Kathleen! https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/kathleen-mcphilemy/episodes/Poetry-Worth-Hearing-Episode-21-e2g692v Ins
Alarms sound. No harms found. Diatoms do their work. Switching gas. A flip flop. A process. New access. Alarms sound. No harms found. We breathe now. To bodies goes fresh blood. Let’s clap for CO2 to