Constant Movement

And In that moment, I remembered

how to feel

gravity

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

forever

glowing remnants of exploding stars

where nothing is certain

and certainly not I.

Image : Carefully broken pebbles, Andy Goldsworthy