While Observing A Summer Storm

While Observing A Summer Storm / Joshua Alan Sturgill

What does not fall
but stoops of its own volition,

what harmonizes with gravity
and freely finds the low position:

acorns and arrows, a mind at prayer,
supernovas, arctic air

— these I hold as pathfinders and guides
and make my sacred oaths on them.

They carve new depth
from what was merely wide;

they despise the crowd to reach the hem.
What is flung out and discarded,

from the world’s fabric shaken,
what is hunted, dissolved, potential taken

— these I follow, trusting, down,
soul tethered to the body’s stone

and falling, do not fear descent.
I daily let the whole man drown