Many movements made,we fail to perceive,
A single gaze remains the same.
If progress is slow, you can’t see it leave,
An illusion of stillness lays its claim.
Gratuitous quake, tectonic tempest,
Many only sense the brutal shift and affect.
Big planet Earth spins around, takes no rest,
This ultimate force man doesn’t detect.
Perhaps we could build an apparatus,
That will extend our radar of motion.
Feel every push-pull, far too much for us,
Best leave it to the imagination.
Just know that everything flows, finds a way.
Nothings endures but change, won’t stay a day.
Suzanne Williams 2011.
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