Place
Sit tranqul and centered,
eyes closed.
Feel the stillness.
Yet we rush with the spinning earth
on its whiteknuckle race
around the sun,
a star twirling
and flung around
the center of the Milky Way,
a galaxy flying toward Andromeda
and out from the big bang
collective millions of miles an hour.
Yet if the universe
has no true center
each of us has equal claim
as at rest
while all else
rushes about.
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