to / desire / the world / as it is / not as / it was / falling / feather / attaches / to new life

The third poem in CA Conrad's book 'Listen to the Golden Boomerang Return' makes me forget to breathe while I read it over coffee.

for a moment / when the hammer / approached we thought / is that thing coming this way

I think of the many 'hammers' still falling on Gaza, on Syria and Lebanon, and of the metaphor of a meteor strike as world ending event, when we already have so many-

we are the fractal / drop to hear / our own / harmonics / in the muffled / underground / hum of seeds