Us – a poem



Spinning. Swirling, wheelin’ –


Under skies of all possibilities.

Travelling while standing still.

Stars slowly drifting

In arcs.

Sun and moon slowly passing


But it is us

Who are really spinning

While stationary;

Stuck to the surface

By the glue of gravity

And friction,




Opher 30.7.2018



We are standing here. We are still. Yet we are spinning madly through space in complex spirals at enormous speeds.

In the past the religious nutters placed us at the centre of the universe while the heavens span around us.

We know a lot better now.

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