You are the one fixed point in a universe that never stops moving;
expanding, exploding, orbiting, spinning on its axis;
the very earth beneath our feet shifts and shrugs,
magma boils beneath the surface, fluid.
No wonder we find it difficult to keep our balance.
When we learned to dance, the teacher said
to pick a spot on which to fix our eyes,
and let our body spin around it,
our focus constant,
to guard against motion sickness, dizziness, the fall.
fix us on you so that in the rise and fall of
breath and death,
in the steady erosion of glacial grooves
and the rush of the flood, we are not overwhelmed,
nor frightened to fall against you.