My world exists in motion
Legs a swirl of movement, seeping into the wavering ground
Gripping air that shakes and eddies
Whirlpool lips and eyes
Here I feel a different existence
One tethered to stillness — to
Open-mouth sharp, cool breath (gentle graze)
Of the wind is truly unmovable
Where leaves live entire lifetimes
In covering a floor
Bark and tree stumps lost their velvet drapes
But their eons exist in stable
Idle, stalling, being
Earth is arranged the way my brain is not
Our world is not — ours is curtains
Closing and opening, beeping monitors, rolling
Wheels, is metal conversations, clanking
On their way down a running faucet or into a bed pan
Images running as fast as they can so
Colors don’t smear on a screen
Demanding attention
This forest asks for none.
