"What a long way we have come,"
says the privet hedge in grey light,
damp dusk stealing down
more slowly already.
*
"Hundreds of millions of miles,"
I say,
"the way
of the world rolling
in its gravitic groove, bead
on the sun's bracelet.
*
But you fidget
less than I."
*
"That's true,"
she says, with a little ruffle
of faint assent.
*
... and the traffic and the dogs and the drone of a
prop somewhere deep in the cloud, Joe laughing
at nothing, sipping his tea next to me, the net
of the trampoline like a diaphragm in stirring wind;
and there is a peace which passes understanding ...
*
The trampoline is flumping again, the
laughter spilling out.
*
"But then," she adds,
"I do like to doze and mull things over."
.......................
*Then of course there is the sun circling galactic centre and
the galaxy moving with regard to the Cosmic Microwave Background.