is our
precomtemplation phase.
It's our
prayer
and our privilege
not
to comprehend this.
*
Picture the interminable
sea of electrons
all tugging
like tethered cubs
at their
lackadaisical nuclei.
Who the hell are you
and I
to feel at ease
with anything?
*
On the other hand—
*
Meanwhile, somewhere
above the north Atlantic,
a majestic
arc of terns
swoops and takes its
morning dip
without ever once
resolving itself
into a file of distinct
individuals.
