No Help for That | Jackie Clark

I imagine people jumping up & down on the edge,
looking for mountains & then wonder what would happen
if someone thumbed out the circumference of the earth
completely & if we would be cold in its passing, being
something which is shadowed & suggests that what one
cannot see has a surface similar to what I see from the road
or through the window or when you are standing next to me,
shouldering the light that passes over: I wonder how to tell
you to hold fast under the taut sheath instead of allowing
things to settle. I think about how huge the earth is & how
its shadow on the pocked skin of the moon looks like what
would happen if you held a quarter up & closed one eye.