at the top, all is calm
At the top, all is calm,
the racketous crescendo is no more.
Replaced by a breezy psalm
inviting introspection to the fore.
Restraint alone cannot explain
continuous excursions to this horizon.
Understanding of cognitive legerdemain
is the only prerequisite to enlighten.
Eventually the wind is fomented,
stirred up in the manufacture of disorder.
Cameras flash, faces documented,
of time spent momentarily at the border.
Gravity pulls down, around, never recused,
indifferent to our proclamations.
As primordial rays, themselves amused,
whisper faintly of distant foundations.