whether the earth turns
or the sky above
moves for them
little matters to most
but at least the first
far star as our star fades
seen on our rocky walk
cuts the bright noise of day
with its own
little whole of light
in the great roll around us
talking to the living
ping pongs along even
when the bounce lands
in deeper ponds, mud
and muck sticking
as a common weight might
the dead don't play games
however long ago they left
you, on a one-sided field
over time
hearing only what was never
said, imagined or implied,
forgotten or revealed
in what thoughts you never
bother to consider when they are
able with words
to let you know
they are here
who am i
to decide
if one might
live or die
stood on my abstract
perch, talons ready
to weed out a plan
whose high price
as they vie
somehow seems soley
mine
to reckon seemingly
from above
my body teaches
through twists,
closed eyes opening
back in time
showing the buried
crook in neck,
shoulder locked
and turned to open
the feeling i once knew
again like a broken
snapped-heart stick
released today
in a slow drawn smile
tracks, hard lines in parallel
efficiently route to the one horizon
we all agreed mostly to travel in
ease and comfort, smooth speeds
people in seats
expecting the familiar
clap clap of small gaps
as the fast earth moves on
under bare feet