Spring Vigil: March 21, 2018
- At March 21, 2018
- By drynick
- In Reflections
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I am told the flat earth
under our feet is actually
a stupendous sphere of mud
with molten core that hurtles
through unthinkable space
while tracing an indispensible
orbit around an exploding sun.
And that the precise tilt of
our precious muddy marble
cooperates with imperceptibly
wild speed and grave rotation
to cause the four seasons
that course through my blood.
I am waiting. I am waiting.
All calculations concur
that it has already come,
but my daffodil shoots are still
buried under last week’s snow
with more on the way tonight.
So much for trusting the authorities.
Follow David!