Poetry
If I can reason what cannot be explained
by Kristen Byrne
The thing about movement is that it implies a jumping off
or on, into or out of, a sort of falling through
or rubbing against,
and it is not patient, nor rarely reasonable,
because when things move, there must be room
to spare, perhaps enough for a shoulder or thigh;

And this illusion starts the uncertain
arm-reaching and hand-grabbing that cannot be explained,
and yet, there is comfort in the fluidity of these motions
because they make everything less stiff;
and eventually hesitations turn into nothing but a jumping off
or on, into or out of, a sort of falling through
or rubbing against.
Posted by: Kristen Byrne

Poetry (March 25th, 2005)