moved (5 Feb 2011)

7 Mar

I am standing
reasonably still
there’s music and it makes
me swirl within

it’s that time
in the dance
when tiredness can’t sit
and the night is holding

the push and pull
I am standing, open
terribly so
it’s all happening

the unmoving and moving
a buffeted tree would know what I mean
a tree on the outcrop of this hill
may still want to know

what it’s like to stare out my eyes
to change direction
to move my foot, like he could replant
a root on his

command.
We both jolt in surprise.

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