Still

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