he sat
in a quiet meditation
ladle in his hand
cauldron
before him
for a moment ...
nothing
for a moment ...
nothing
eventually
he roused himself
brought his mind back
from away
yonder
to the here-and-now
waiting
at his feet
he wondered
briefly
which direction
clock
counter-clock
all one
all one
he inserted the ladle
gently
at the very
outside
edge
gripped it with both hands
and began
to stir
a slow
steady
circular motion
to clockwise
this time
and as he turned
laboured
with the ladle
the soup
of stars
and of stuff
began a slow
slow
spin
~