The quiet centre is not vacant; it exerts a gravity that draws the speaker away from borrowed certainty.
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At the centre, quiet. Not absence—weight. I circle it carrying borrowed answers. One by one they fall from my pockets. The centre does not open. It does not need to. I am lighter by the time I leave.
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A nature & reflection poem about planet, ear, word, where attention changes the scale of the ordinary.
Scale becomes an unstable instrument as the speaker tries to judge a thing that will not stay still.
A nature & reflection poem about scale, tremor, material, where attention changes the scale of the ordinary.
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