Sanity, or, ‘shelter as we go’ - [Ben Howard] 
"Love is the capacity for unity and multiplicity to exist in harmony" - J. Pageau
 
it's hard to make sense 
of the world
in larger worlds; 
things don’t register 
in expected ways  

the pace is all different 
and nothing is counting - 
time, space, motion 
do their thing as one -
human happenings  

don’t make sense -
seem separate, divorced - 
a frantic scale 
the earth holds quietly - 

even words 
dissolve 
and transform 
like breezes 
and bird-calls, 
not meaning the same  

passing, passage, hold 
passage, passing, held;
i imagine Heidegger’s hut 
murmuring 
these things, being  

hard to make sense of 
with reason 
or belief, a stance 
of simple sense, outside -  

Why do we listen? 
and what is listened
with and for and 
how?  

quietly, with wing-beats 
a-flutter 
water moves and i

move - out of my head 
toward the rest of me -
skinning an open passage, 
organs trudging patiently, 
waiting - 
blood moves -

accordion chests
filling limbs 
hands clasping 
feet feeling - 
grounded -  

laying back 
all in 
all othered
with / in / of 
this world,  

here.