Orbital Mechanism

[David photo]

Where life forms under rolling
Wonder, our round earth turns
It to the sky --an openwork by
Which we always recognize
Ourselves with some surprise,
Our fluid span in time,
Mind and space-- our place.

My Stunt Double

Stars dissolve
Into her eyes.
Wild clouds fly
Across the moon.
Red ghosts
Scudding under
Dark crashes
Drive us indoors.
Thunder, her eyes flash,
She laughs and
Lightning goes
Suddenly sane.
Rain pours down
The window pane,
Stops by and by
But she remains.
So do I.