time if it rests

by MBKuhl

Time if it rests will rest right here

and all hang suspended from one of these clouds

itself hanging from an ambivalent sky.

Celestial bodies descend upon us here

and linger in these narrow streets, these wide roads

among the fog and flowers,

and we might mistake the starts for irises

exploding themselves in the garden

as we, like the earth, revolve around them

pulled by the gravity of their presence;

these roses erupting supernovas in

galaxies of green, impervious, erstwhile;

the light folding and unfloding from below

(this fog floats below us)

or maybe behind the clouds.

Time if rests will rest right here,

though Spring sits curious and impatient.