Be Really Still

—on a lecture by physicist Sean Carroll 

lump me with stone
and everything else that remains still
while northeasters blow

it’s November after all
when the natural state of leaves
to hang complacent on branch tips
brushed by breeze is ruthlessly

ripped from birch and ash
they fly
being of such turmoil
I’m ripped too:

sucked by wonder
to ontology’s brink

I fall into philosophy

swept by sufficient reason
into hope of finding
where first motion begins
and why, I find I’m
beside myself

—silly man,
first be really
..… still

Jim Culleny