Today the world moves from winter’s cold ordeals
And the doubtful promises of a halting spring
To the lavish clocks of summer, to the wheels
And ratchets of planetary spokes that sing

Of beach and sun, of the arbor’s resurrection,
The success of grass and triumph of the trees,
The luxuriance of countryside and gardens
Where fountains sparkle in the rampant breeze,

And not just fountains, but entire solar systems
Turn today from dissonant, uncertain gears
To the music of the spheres, as universes blossom
All at once, as matter to itself adheres

And our limbs connect to others at the end of
Through a secret field which joins us all
Like clockwork, matching lovers face to face
Beyond our courtyard’s beautiful but useless wall:

And so the trellis of our fractured lives unites
All things, the living and the dead, no matter
As the fulcrum of the year today puts to rights
The watchful symmetries which are always there.

W. H. Auden said, “You cannot conquer time.”

But I think you can. Hamlet believed in 1602 that Caesar
died and was turned to clay, and then became other elements.
There was a precession of souls, the way planetary
orbits precess, and shift. John Donne said in 1623: when
one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book,
but translated into a better language. The composer John
Adams called it a “transmigration of souls.”

June 20th, 2016, was the summer solstice, which to me
is a time when this progression, the transition between
seasons, between souls - the celestial clockwork, - is on
our minds.

So this is a poem about the celestial gears which produce
the migration which we call time.

Time travels back and forth on an invisible field of
energy, so matter can be in many places at the same time,
as we’ve all experienced in our minds.

Modern science believes in this transmigration of
energy. Einstein discovered that particles are symmetrical,
that they came in identical pairs. When one particle is hit,
for instance, its twin particle reacts as if it were hit, even
if it’s across the universe. Quantum mechanics calls this
symmetry, or energy exchange.

This has always reminded me of the way people who
love each other become twinned, they way they finish
each other’s sentences, have the same dreams, know what
each other is thinking, and come to resemble their dogs.

Two people react as one because they actually are connected.
There’s a grid of energy which is like a fishnet that
underlies everything in the universe. Scientists believe this
net predated the universe, so that when there was nothing,
before the Big Bang, there was actually a grid, a trellis, a
field, made up of very low-level energy, which suddenly
coalesced into what we call matter, and in a few seconds
the universe was inflated, like a raft. But the grid continues
to lie beneath everything we see and touch. This secret
energy field connects stars, and galaxies, and planets, and

In this hidden field, this secret garden, messages travel
back and forth faster than the speed of light. So when we
have premonitions or even memories, it’s because we are
connected by that celestial field. Thoughts come from
inside our minds; but they also come from outside. This
is the music of the spheres, the common harmonies that
make planets hum and keep them in orbit.

Tippet Rise
August 14th, 2016