Concerning the Atoms of the
Soul
Someone explained once how
the pieces of what we are
fall downwards at the same rate
as the
Universe.
The atoms of us, falling towards the centre
of whatever everything is.
And we don't see it.
We only sense their slight drag in the lifting
hand.
That's what weight is, that communal process of
falling.
Furthermore, these atoms carry hooks, like burrs,
hooks catching like hooks,
like clinging to like,
that's what keeps us from becoming something
else,
and why in early love, we sometimes
feel the tug of the heart
snagging on another's heart.
Only the atoms of the soul
are perfect spheres
with no means of holding on to the world
or perhaps no
need for holding on,
and so they fall through our lives catching
against nothing, like
perfect rain,
and in the end, he wrote, mix in that common well of
light
at the centre of whatever the suspected
centre is, or might have
been.
~ John Glenday
~
(Found in an exceptional
anthology,
Soul Food: Nourishing Poems for Starved Minds,
ed. by
Neil Astley and Pamela Robertson-Pearce)
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