Give psychology its due
but inner work is more about
astronomy
the study of the universe
universes
in general
laws, discoverable
movements, inexorable
some as small
as a dog’s bark
others vast
the collision of galaxies:
dogs mix with stars,
barks with atmospheres.
But the sounds are mere fiction
at the edge of the churning matter.
Although I know there’s no sense
in deciding which things
are too small to carry
I begin anyway
in the past
trying to catch up.
The gases expand
each second
moving less.
Time becomes uncountable.
Still I count.