Devotion

if the earth would sit still for a moment

I would not get off but rather find the little

place at its center where some silent being

prays over pulleys & greases gears

to make them turn true & in that place

plant a forest to surround that being & build him

a tiny shrine to live in at the bullseye of all things

where nothing moves but the whirlwind centrifuge

& the exhaustion of everyone who has

held something dear