he holds her
the arch of her back, her heart
in the palm of his hand
they stand
barely moving
she gives him leave
to proceed
they sway
the reach of his leg
the wīnd of her arm
as it curves
in that manner
peculiar to the embrace
the cross of her feet
the twist of his hips
all this anticipated
with great consideration
and then the music
begins
(written 1 september 2019)
advice to self
when having a crisis of faith
and of character
meditate
contemplate
reflect on the transience
of all things living
and already expired
clarity?
confidence of conscience?
conundrum of conviction?
or
is there nothing
fraught with naught but
the thought
that the indecision
brought about by
years
both too many and too few
to make a mistake
in that moment
just stand still
and find comfort
in the fallibility
and the imperfection
the knowledge that
others have tried
and
succeeded
and tried
and failed
and still move forward
into the unknown
(written 14 august 2019)
