Segue of Moving
I am in love
with the moving
transition between here
and there, the time that body
uses to adjust to living
in a simpler form.
Body, suspended between
two places that no longer exist,
shifting, with benevolence, in segue
that is, in fact, being, that
allows skin and sensory organs
to be poised for the next place,
be it five minutes or five hundred miles
where body next finds herself.
after Brandyn Johnson’s “Go”, with gratitude
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. . .adjust to living . . .”
Such a lesson, so hard to learn. How skillfully you spin this ‘between’ness for us.
Bruce
Thank you for this poem. I am also in love with that process, so it felt perfect to me.
This is lovely. The gratitude is mutual.
I really like this. I feel the segue. Of time suspended between places.