Devotion, by Paul William Gagnon
if the earth would sit still for a momentI would not get off but rather find the little
place at its center where some silent being
prays over pulleys & greases gears
to make them turn true & in that place
plant a forest to surround that being & build him
a tiny shrine to live in at the bullseye of all things
where nothing moves but the whirlwind centrifuge
& the exhaustion of everyone who has
held something dear
