Saturday, February 26, 2011

Constant Movement

And In that moment, I remembered
how to feel
no longer pulling me down
but holding me here
not just feet on the earth,
but a part of it.

And I felt the majesty of our constant turning
riding this life, astride your steady back, (my open thighs)
through time and space
to this moment again and again
glowing remnants of exploding stars
where nothing is certain
and certainly not I.

Image : Carefully broken pebbles, Andy Goldsworthy