This is my means of survival.

Highlighted bookends.

Adjusted paperweights.

Arranged refrigerator magnets.

If I can simply keep things

from moving, I’ll know.

Fixed positions, steady on

this blue blurry ball.

Give me some space,

a bit of time,

and this continuum

will seem like

an unimpeded stream.

No noise or crescendo

lifting their praises.

Not a peep…

Then the rocks cry out.