thought bubbles upward
my PhD theses
bleak houses
bum steers
with a banjo soundtrack for each diaspora
and when calm thoughts come
eventually
lo-and-behold
my supervisor’s
not taking the calls messages
texts I send
from one cloud
to another
perhaps it would be
better unremarked but
nature’s
neither
wise nor cruel
nor a mother
continents don’t plan their next move
neither does she
though she is a titanic
calculation of what comes next
accomplished with the ease
of silence disguised as light
she generates time in hindsight
though we wish for more
because that is our
experience