Some vestiges of rage, some of nerves, this is as good a foto as any

In these moments of deferred action

When the musts spread like a web

From what feels like your heart

It’s hard to feel the calm of the universe

Or any of the vestiges of home

In the fabrics or patterns or pillows;

Instead, there’s the pump

Of the alien liquor, and the quiet

Unsettle of your blood

Yes, child, this, too, will change,

Because anything not in motion is illusory

And it just shows you what was the meaning

Of how you were watching it -

/ You believe though that does not calm you now

Later there will be action, and strenuous demands

But for now feel the reeling open,

And feel what it feels to live, and lose your breath