Friday, February 19, 2010



Not moving, remaining in place.
Free of sound or agitation, tranquil.

Without perceptible waves, as water
not flowing. Not effervescent,

flat, as wine. A photograph,
one frame or print, life stilled,

distilled. An image lured, remaining,
lingering. Persistence, this is also

stillness. Dogged inertia, at this
time as in the past, moments blurred,

heavy and paused in their being.
Even, in addition, an implying

of growth or increase, to a greater
distance or degree or depth. The place

where spirits are rendered purer,
any apparatus that clarifies.

1 comment

  1. I was so into this poem that I had to quit breathing until the poem's stillness was distilled.


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