Turn, turn world! I will be still
and leave the moving up to you.
I need not overtake the hill
to see the moon rise into view.
The stars appearing: glittering skein
glides across the stage of night.
I, deeply moved, unmoved remain.
The spinning world flings my flight
on: soaring, seeing great expanse
of heaven’s canyons cast and lit:
galaxies in gallant dance
while I, fixed trance-like, wide-eyed sit.
A breathless trek, but breathing free
as sunrise rounds to welcome me.
~ Jeff Reed