DAY SEVEN (2015-4-15)
or just that moment when you lift the net and all of the strands follow,
tugging at the places we have woven into each other in imperceptible ways:
philotes as the rough hewn twine, soaked in salt waters, gathering the small marine ways
that we feed each other, spread tables, fallow grounds against fields in summer skies.
In the effort of working, hands in the dirt, there's something to be said
for the observational effect on the energy expenditures of objects in motion, determined to do good,
and that motion, once observed, tends to stay in motion, repairing mechanical damage, churning the lights on, sending the power rapid against the backs of eyes,
letting the light in, powering the organelles, bringing the salt to the crust of earth and the brow
in hard, mineral evidence, accretions of the small things we do.