STAYING
The ground beneath our feet
is shifting, has been on the move
for ever. This fissured sea-cliff
travelled north from the equator;
its heights were once an ocean floor.
Ice carves on rock, forests harden
to diamond as the stars burn down:
there is nothing that is not on a journey,
no abode for those who long only
to stay. We could be at ease
with so little, if it were for always:
a moment, a loved place. How modest
this aim to go nowhere, this least
of wishes, not to change our state.
Sheenagh PUGH, "POETRY REVIEW", Volume 103:4, WINTER 2013
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Beautiful shot.
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