Fancy Footwork

Saturday, January 11, 2020

Wobble



Wobble
Conversationless line,
Two vectors and a
cell phone put away.
Hands up accepting, catching with finger tips.
My shoulder awkward,
Forcing skin against air.
Nose up, nose right, nose down and left.
It jiggers each time,
So dang hard to throw an oval straight!
I try,
But how funny the way it wobbles differently each time.
I imagine the lines we make together.
If drawn how they would make a beautiful design.
Between us, time is spent.
Without anything cluttering.
Just making air resistance.
To push against it, is interesting.
To see him there, stretching upwards.
Was he ever little?
He does not mind my wobbling,
Just happy to have someone to pass it to and
Receive it from.
And, I am just happy he invited me into his head.
Sometimes It sails, and I cannot explain it.
I wrap my fingers over threads and unroll them as I push them away.
Still, jerking, nose every which way.
I realize force is not the thing,
Needed.
Occasionally, it sails.
Without effort.
Just being.
There.