Among everything moving —
the gulls and the kelp lifting and again
or slumping in the early heat
Lego® is still.
400 billion since Adam –
fecund almost exponential –
36,000 in the time it took to read this:
I found one this morning
battered matt orange (was fire engine glossy)
abraded by the seabed as it abraded
faded by UV and salt as it imperceptibly
lego is pig-Danish/Latin for put together
yet alone resembles a stone,
once part of the consumer spiral,
now the sedimentary cycle –
sand to stone to sand.
< 2 grams of
a by-product of forests buried, compressed and liquefied in hot rocks,
tapped by money makes the world
catalysed, injected, marketed, lionised.
I kept my Lego® in a tin
ardent pipers chased ivory nymphs
round the battered lid.
(vii) – A speculation
(a) Maybe blown
from a young engineer’s imagination
on SS Oriana’s deck as as it steamed through the Heads
while parents at the railing watched the new country
— so bright, so harsh — come into view.
(b) dragged down for an age –
and then yesterday’s storm freed
tossed with weed
and fishing line
and remains of drink cans
where dog and I
it’ll take another hundred years –
like a juniper in reverse,
slough off a molecule or two
until fully dispersed
into our great plastic sea.
Here’s Wallace Stevens’ Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird Also linked to Thotpurge’s Micro-Poetry month – #8 – and now dverse open link #209. And if you’ve ever wondered…here’s how they’re made…