—on a lecture by physicist Sean Carroll
lump me with stone
and everything else that remains still
while nor’easters blow,…..please
it’s November after all
when the natural state of leaves
to hang complacent on limb tips
brushed by breeze is ruthlessly disturbed,
ripped from ash and birch they fly
being of such turmoil
I’m ripped too:
suckered 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
11/30/17
Blink 