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Jill Jones
WHEN PLANETS SOFTLY COLLIDE
WHEN PLANETS SOFTLY COLLIDE
WHEN PLANETS SOFTLY COLLIDE
This is not a poem about dust,there have been too many of those,
but may be about wind, who knows,
the remaking of deserts, endlessly,
when sand becomes a definition
of scale or boundaries or change
like weather squeezing out lines of heat
that drives from solid midnight freeze
up into the sweat pressure of midday.
These conditions are inescapable, no relief —
still there are flowers, stubborn and pink.
Yesterday, strangely, began with showers,
laying the heat demons down and out
for a moment and the air, wet
with the ghost of something old.
Whispers like clouds of aimless particles
which one day could form something solid,
whispers and the slight reverberation
of planets softly colliding,
showering each other with dust,
which they have been trying to avoid,
hoping for a poem about something greener.
As if rock didn't survive,
and dust didn't dance on air.
© 2002, Jill Jones
From: Screens Jets Heaven. New and Selected Poems
Publisher: Salt Publishing, Cambridge
From: Screens Jets Heaven. New and Selected Poems
Publisher: Salt Publishing, Cambridge
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WHEN PLANETS SOFTLY COLLIDE
This is not a poem about dust,there have been too many of those,
but may be about wind, who knows,
the remaking of deserts, endlessly,
when sand becomes a definition
of scale or boundaries or change
like weather squeezing out lines of heat
that drives from solid midnight freeze
up into the sweat pressure of midday.
These conditions are inescapable, no relief —
still there are flowers, stubborn and pink.
Yesterday, strangely, began with showers,
laying the heat demons down and out
for a moment and the air, wet
with the ghost of something old.
Whispers like clouds of aimless particles
which one day could form something solid,
whispers and the slight reverberation
of planets softly colliding,
showering each other with dust,
which they have been trying to avoid,
hoping for a poem about something greener.
As if rock didn't survive,
and dust didn't dance on air.
From: Screens Jets Heaven. New and Selected Poems
WHEN PLANETS SOFTLY COLLIDE
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