coclusion.

"Your first adjustment will be hardest,

the wild spinning.

 

Brightness is easier, though shocking--

and breathing air--

 

but this movement

even in the container

that keeps you from exploding

back into light,

 

eve with this pump

that exerts a constant argument

against gravity . . .

 

even with these things, you'll feel it

the vertiginous swirl of all of it

the surging of things,

massive rhythmic advance of sea

shrugs that heave mountains

out of shale plain.

 

Every on of us is overwhelmed by this at first.

Cry about it all you need to.

 

You will make your surefooted way in time,

a sailor on a rolling ship.

You will forget.

 

Can you trust me, stranger?

Listen:

one day you will attune to this mad dance;

one day

nothing will seem to move at all

but the rivers

and the wind

and your own wild heart

as you run."

 

Nancy A. Henry

Done