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
Sherry Robbins 