“to synchronous Coriolis, i beg (a prayer)” by Dené K. Dryden

The atmosphere is not firmly coupled to the solid planet, so, as winds blow away from the equator, they have a momentum that is independent of the rotating surface beneath. … This leads to rotating systems of high and low air pressure, the weather systems that bring us rain or sunshine.

The Earth: A Very Short Introduction by Martin Red fern, 2003, Oxford University Press. page 11



vibrant air finds time

to rise and fall, formulate

the next misgivings.

Coriolis, i

know the wealth She stow’d in you,

circles infinite,

find the time to know

me: a young pressure system

in cheap-fabric shoes.

i profess routine,

your kin, the balance, is strange

to my atoms’ sense.

i am warm’d as you,

Coriolis, but cannot

find a solemn pace.

masterful dances

in atmospheric relish,

your art in the life

of us all, in breath

we know wind, wild, dirt, you.

do not break for me

but carry me high

when winds rush from Gaea, mount

pressure along bands

of flush’d equity.

mentor me the static beat

of cyclic pathways.

free me, Coriolis.

break my secular pattern.

let the tides fall in time.

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