velocity of rest

Stillness and stasis,
how can these be?
Not just for me and for you
but also for all?
We can never be still –
not here, not now.
Consider:
when standing, we are glued oblong
on a spinning ball
moving, let us say, at
500 miles per hour
(at these mid-latitudes).

What's that? Move to a pole –
you'll be still there?
Consider: we are oblong
on a spinning ball
that circles round a sun
at
66,000 miles per hour –
can you feel it, when
you think about it?
But then we've always done it,
ever since a big hand
scooped us out of the ether
and thrust us in some little room of a womb.

Consider: spinning on a ball,
and round a sun that is circling round the Milky Way
at more or less, at round,
483,000 miles per hour and taking us with it.
Well, at least the Milky Way is quite still?; not so -
it's shooting
from some centre of all,
heading, as it happens, towards Virgo and Leo, at
1.3 million miles per hour.

We're travelling
in at least four directions
in each slippery, sliding moment.
I move
to hide
my giddiness
from my
careering self;
I feel only velocity
in stillness and stasis.