Still Point

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Poetry lyrics: The days rush by in fleets like drifts of clouds. We mean to note them, find their shapes or plot their known locations, call their names out loud, but they are here before we know they're not. A flock of starlings wheels and turns and dives as one, the individual birds suppressed by boundless number; seamlessly they fly till darkness forces them, like us, to rest. I've heard that when you die your brain reviews your life, and pauses on the scenes that mean the most. But what if days, like clouds, refuse to stop? Like starlings, won't alight, be seen? I seek the one still point in all the roiling air. I close my eyes, and you are there. SHONA SIMPSON Show more