This is a guest post by Joseph Farley, thank you Joe.
The Illusion Of Motion
The spot on the ceiling
that seems to crawl
may be a spider,
or it may be the mind
that wanders,
a particle drifting
through space
while galaxies of memory
churn and mix
sight and sound,
past and present.
The spot moves, or
it stays in one place
while the ceiling moves,
shifting against
the motion of the moon
as do the stars at night,
leaving the fixed star
in heaven for its season
to focus attention
until another spot
(the fleck of a bird
passing by the window,
the shadow of a car
on the wall,
the crack in the door
that lets the light in)
beckons and the mind follows
where it leads
down roads of mystery
and revelation,
over distance and time,
until all things blend
as one streak of motion,
a single line of thought
that becomes a point
when viewed head on,
a spot on the ceiling,
a point to begin again.
