·change is now
change
is
now
things that seem to be solid are not'
The words came through, transistor
turned up loud. The music, the beat,
lost now, but
the words hang on.
Revolution: a crown of tree
raises itself out of the heavy
flood.
A branch lifts
under null skies' weight
pushes against
walls of air, flashing
clefts in it.
The floodwaters
stir, mud
swirls to the surface.
A hand, arm,
lifts in the crawl –
hands, arms, intricate
upflashing -
a sea full of swimmers!
their faces' quick steady
Maybe what seems
evanescent is solid.
Islands
step out of the waves on rock feet.
lift for air -
Denise Levertov
