Through the growing web - new writing from today

Through the growing web

of the young green of new spring leaves

the sky, azure, is visible as deep background 

and the sound of traffic through the trees

brings the sound of the machine to rest

among the noise of breeze and bird

and it is here that I have taken my afternoon rest

Mediterranean-style though the Mediterranean

is four thousand and three hundred miles away

and it is here that I contemplate my next move—

the urging of my will into complicity

with the drifting forward of life

or, better, the illusion of drift—

into complicity with the illusion

of any movement at all—

for all is stillness

the stillness at the center of the spinning world

the stillness that is felt

from within the sky, azure—

visible as deep background

through the growing web

of the young green of new spring leaves