POEM: Moving Stillness: or, Stillness in Motion

I stare at the flowing river,
and, for a moment, it seems still,
as the world whips into
a wild ride of vertigo,

leading me to question
all I believe about
the still & the moving.

Everything that's still
is spinning, orbiting, 
and expanding

Everyone who's still
is a seven-jetted
space monkey
on a rocket ride. 

Haiku that Move

a little rain
on a little slope
races seaward

 

the world blurs,
my brain strains to track
its motion

 

in stillness
one loses the world’s
steady spin

 

i throw myself
to silly dance — joyous
that i can

 

the perched raven
still swivels its eye
in stone mode