the unmoving stars go uniformly westward
chai growing cold beside me
I page through a book of mystic poems
these days everything is closer to my skin
and my nerves push up toward the sky
like saplings looking for sunlight
walking around ecstatically is both
tiring and enlivening; I’m swimming
downstream in cold water
the trees talk to one another
in language as complex as ours
we know this even if we try not to
whales sing, as do dolphins
bees dance, corvids make tools
one day I’m sure we’ll find we too
are part of a pattern too large to see
with just two eyes
the unmoving stars go uniformly westward
we follow them like children
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Jason Crane
4 November 2018
State College PA
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