The difficulty lies
when juggling matters
from hand to hand,
like an acrobat spinning
plates above her head,
in not noticing the small
palsied tremors shimmer
among the pattern’s parts,
like a ballerina’s fingertips,
unfolding into a bow,
stir the air around her.
Just as the swirl within
an atom’s pulse defines
more than the electron’s path
leaping from valance to valance,
every moment hangs in balance
along a line of collapsing desire,
until all options deplete around
the null point of inevitability.
It all sounds so simple:
the difficulty lies in thinking
one has any part of control.
(July 20, 2015)
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