The Things I Do for You

The Things I Do for You
 
It feels like summer
but the sun is lower
in the sky
and the first leaves
of the burning bush
catch fire.
 
Heat, and the loss of heat.
 
Earth moves.
Sun moves.
Moon and stars move.
I sit still as if in protest.
 
Inside, it all loops
and breathes
and is absorbed
and is galactic.

Nothing can be said
but it must be said
again and again
if the wheel is to turn
and the earth to tilt.
Nothing does not move,
so I don’t.
 
S. Robbins, September 27, 2020, from Readings

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