revolutions

I could not come to you unbroken –
just as day breaks herself brightly
upon the crests of dark rises
and every day the earth turns
to give her credence
and then turns again away
while she spills into oblivion –
but like her I gather
in soundless profundity
the offered hours in piles
against the rise of tides,
the turning earth,
to gird this fragile machinery
to which we are bound –
I could not come to you unbroken
yet I surrender the pieces
which suit best the beat of you
and wait once more for morning

© Sarah Whiteley

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4 thoughts on “revolutions

  1. let me be the first one to comment, how divinely it is for you to refer a poem to some celestial and magnificent. i remember about the many things that has something to do with the creation of the world. great poem as always, sarah.

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