is taking place — evidenced by nothing
but bounce. Under a star,
propitious or not, a world is whelped.
not realizing the dog has run off.
100 times smaller than the smallest
of my thinning hairs. Dust so small
they believed it wouldn’t bounce.
strategizing? Should I be concerned?
above the lawn chairs in our back yard.
about the stories in your head.
what’s going on in there…
I too discover I'm spinning,
out of control.
turns three times, curls up.
courtesy of NASA/Caltech.)
they’re shy and hide themselves.
let alone the moon, other galaxies
or wifi or my carburetor. The sky is alive,
yet we keep searching it for signs of life.
No reply, except the sun
shining through the ginkgo tree.