Unmoved Mover

Ruby Odierna

I am suddenly now so often tinged with the awareness

Of the rearview mirror.

Each act reiterated

In an infinite cyclic loop, containing

Only finite memory and meaning,

Tangled in its own impermanence until found,

Bent on a bedside table,

Cradling itself before some unknowable authority,

Held momentarily by fleeting reverence

And human tenderness,

But on every uncertain Sunday,

Expecting ignorance or endurance to

Brace its fall.