This is how I see it.
From the horizon,
from all directions,
comes an animating power.
A force,
entering open, empty space.
It is unrelenting. Constant.
Regular in speed.
The only way to slow it down
is to bend and warp its trajectory
into irregular shapes
and I figure this can only occur
through self-interaction.
Easy enough;
this power is a converging sphere.
At its center, there will be such interaction.
But the exact shape of disturbance
is yet to be revealed to me.
Not to say the image is blank.
Its development will come.
The power compounds,
as I imagine, forever.
Soon, you have something that looks like home.
Later, you may have something even filthier.
That’s life.
But this power, as described now
in its descending, convergent movement,
from that infinite beyond, long ago,
to here and now
is something I call “vertical.”
To attend to the origins of nature
is to be drawn up into the sky.
The heavens.
To attend to the interactions
here, inviting and vibrant,
is to seek integration with the other axis.
The “lateral.”
The values. The colors. The humanity. The Earth.
Life.
And it’s here that force is defined.
