How to press firm against the world
concrete pavement and harder hearts
now at the smallest threads of gravity?
On ground from which we are not free
the strains, the stops, the push, the hold
& every single thing we come across
we ask, could anything not work better?
On this day when prayers are answered
careless men do sometimes fall from Earth
who leap up like fish without grip to dance.
Tonight, generous equinox, it is for them
the inflected half-moon, herself unfolded
when all are invited to a golden exit, then
to be perfect, unbound, graceful and alone.
© 2011 Rob Schackne
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