Be Really Still


—on a lecture by physicist Sean Carroll 

lump me with stone
and everything else that remains still
while nor’easters blow

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

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

sucked by wonder
to ontology’s brink

I drop into philosophy

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

—silly man,
first, be really

..… still

Jim Culleny