Motion in Three-Space, Motion in the Plane
A flight delayed, Butte, Montana to L.A., June, 1995
For Nina

Bicycle wheels gleam while the planet spins
Its bright time round the sun, stirs atmosphere,
A surface glitter, lazy under sun's
Increasing heat, piling up storm-clouds where
We were to fly today. Come tomorrow,
Blue air moves to disrupt another's plans;
And our trajectory, for all we know,
Brings us safely to earth, to be entranced
Again by ocean's low voice, and lead on
Through city's haze, following fiery lines
The world lays out. We fall toward the sun
Like comets, slaves to gravity and time
On our small sphere, we kiss and, dancing slow
We'll waste some time tonight, waiting to go.


Poems by Jamie Irons:

On Hearing, But Not Seeing, a Cardinal
A Second Reading of The Book of Tea
Celestial Mechanics and the I
Mowing the Field, I Spare Convolvulus,
Blue-Eyed Grass, Wild Iris, Wild Hyacinth
Spring Equinox Spent at Planned Parenthood
Fourteen Lines for Elijah by the Sea
Motion in Three-Space, Motion in the Plane
Beautiful River
Finding the Complex Roots of Unity
After the Shipwreck, Crawling Back to You
The Calculus of Variation Holds

TIMES TEN: An Anthology of Northern California Poets