We Poem by Jacqui Thewless

We



the circle-makers,
golden fish in a glass bowl;
single small raindrops

entering the deeps;
here are we, then, with the sun
the moon and planets

no differently
going about their business,
some of them slowly,

others eccentric
or quick as small fish aiming
for infinities

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