Sonnet #245

We call it a moment but it is all movement

We are always dancing to a song we might not hear

Of storms blowing through, of leaves curling up

Of insects cracking through their own shells

We call it a moment, this picture of movement

Held Still, smile for the camera, if you can hear

The click of light remembering how we lift up

And lift each other up get fat get thin – the shell

Of us is always changing, we are in movement

Pass between each others’ hands and listen, hear

The way we sing for each other as we speak up

At a cosmic sky we point our children to the shell

Of earth and sky and claim dominion here as if a moment

As if a permanent domain, but we are in movement

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