In One Turn

Tina Boyer Brown

Eight orchestrated cameras

align and snap the center.

In one turn, the universe

rearranges the stars. Until we gather,

I know where the objects are:

The nightlight the tuning fork  the icemaker  the spoon

the matches  the hammer  the paint brush  the wrench

the speaker  the lantern  the sword and the ball

Until we run to Andromeda,

we gaze alone, feet in the dust,

as we climb dark staircases in space.


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