Still

Still

Things that seem to stand

Still really don’t.

That tree: it breathes

And stretches, and roots.

That stone: it flows

And moults, and crystals.

That star: it eats

And spins, and transmutes.

A river is not a thing:

It is the water that rivers.

And the water is not a thing:

It is the atoms that water.

And the atoms are not things:

It is space that atoms.

Where does it end?

All nouns are mirages:

Verbs slowed down

Slower than our eyes

The speed of light becomes

The seed of night.

Nothing is still.

Nothing is, still.