Things fall apart—
the road
the cup
all I think
I know—
and
something
holds together
all this breaking
*This poem responds to the fourth power of the universe, as outlined by Brian Swimme, homeostasis. This is the way that the great achievements of the universe are maintained. For instance, mammalian bodies retain their structure, as does the biosphere, the oyster shell …
An odd two details, the road and the cup. I can only imagine these arise in Swimme’s outline? There’s a wonderful poem (I can’t think of the title) by Franklin Brainerd. Roughly, A child talking to his father, looking at an old barrel: it’s falling apart. The father, I would say it’s falling together.