Motion

Nov. 17, 2012

Motion

I like to feel in motion,
     Riding the sidewalks
          Into the paths of Douglass Park.
The sound of passing trains is a comfort,
     The streets steadily alive
          Footsteps pulsing out
               A steady rhythm on gravel.

Even the movement of the pen pleases me,
     Thoughts skittering across a page
          Like scattered swans,
And when I'm sitting still
     I take a great relief,
 Knowing the Earth rolls beneath me,
     Swimming through
          Some heavenly ether,
Towing me slowly out to sea
     With moons and stars.