It’s a matter of equilibrium, a yearning for stasis.
I watch my hat fly across the yard as if it had wings,
a state of pressure is behind its swift flight
What lifts it may be unseen but in certain conditions
can rip a roof off a house as if the finger of god
had flicked a fly from the divine knee
It’s about absence and fulfillment,
its desire is atmospheric,
its wants are as destructive as human want
which desire has also been catastrophic
The lows of man demand filling from the highs,
a demand which is never equitably fulfilled, so,
winds gales typhoons wars
Jim Culleny, © 4/4/23
Blink
…either way in a blink, in a blink we drink it up / Poems by Jim Culleny
Blink 