For June's Poem of the Month, I have chosen the poem 'Nothing is Still' by Martin Domleo
 It is taken from his collection Increasing the Denominator.

Image by David Riding

If you enjoy this poem,
why not buy a copy of this collection.


Everything moves, outside, inside,
diamond, tungsten, dust.

On the switchback ride
along the curved horizon,
nothing is still.

Now is history –
as soon as you’ve said it.
There’s no escaping one-way Time:
onwards, forwards

until Rush Hour comes,
you collection of particles, you.

Things are thrown awry,
stretched and pulled;
spiralling galaxies claw at the lip,
pause, topple and lunge
like grape-shot
back into the barrel.
No crush, no queuing,
no turning back
from the face-to-face
fracture too swift for thought.

Clocks stop:
end of matter,
end of dreams,
The End.
Only nothing is still.

Until, until… the next odds-off lottery
lines up ten million digits;
with a showman’s shout,
dares to disturb perfect peace.