This morning he was surprised
by the sound of the furnace
finding its life again in the cellar.
It was a soft sound,
like someone sighing
at the start of another task,
or a stream taking its easy way
among stones and snags.
Among the stars, also,
there must be that sort of sound,
he said to himself,
as the universe slows and speeds up
in its travels
with him and his family.
