Be In Me

as if this was enough) be in me
as the fixed unsettling stars
in the pre-Copernican sky, or as
the surely-impossibly-complicated play
of forces weak and strong, and infinitesimal will
that make a lump of lead so lump. Be in me
as the role inhabiting the actor
as the gull hanging in the air
as if there were no other place for you to be—
be in me, a kind of drunkenness
as the upward-gazing rabbit is the moon
as the diver is his arc
and thus forever incarnate (

Geoff Sawers

this poem first appeared in Roundyhouse

See performance work on the Jonathan Coleclough website

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