This is just a place: <br />we go around, distanced, <br />yearly in a star's <br /> <br />atmosphere, turning <br />daily into and out of <br />direct light and <br /> <br />slanting through the <br />quadrant seasons: deep <br />space begins at our <br /> <br />heels, nearly rousing <br />us loose: we look up <br />or out so high, sight's <br /> <br />silk almost draws us away: <br />this is just a place: <br />currents worry themselves <br /> <br />coiled and free in airs <br />and oceans: water picks <br />up mineral shadow and <br /> <br />plasm into billions of <br />designs, frames: trees, <br />grains, bacteria: but <br /> <br />is love a reality we <br />made here ourselves-- <br />and grief--did we design <br /> <br />that--or do these, <br />like currents, whine <br />in and out among us merely <br /> <br />as we arrive and go: <br />this is just a place: <br />the reality we agree with, <br /> <br />that agrees with us, <br />outbounding this, arrives <br />to touch, joining with <br /> <br />us from far away: <br />our home which defines <br />us is elsewhere but not <br /> <br />so far away we have <br />forgotten it: <br />this is just a place.<br /><br />Archie Randolph Ammons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memoriam-mae-noblitt/
