Body of Movement

Consider my body

and how it moves —

the reach and balance points,

the arcs extended

through my spine, my limbs —

consider how it spins

and how it leans and stretches

There is no moment

when it is not made of motion.

Even at its most still,

the counterpoints of rise and fall,

of soft and taut

are what define it

It’s not a mass of matter

waiting to be activated.

It’s not comprised of elements

that might move.

It is the actual movement

as clearly defined by my thought

as the vortex form

is governed by its rippling imperative —

cohesion of the liquid

and the gravity that draws it

and the honored channels

through which it flows

My body is like that —

transparent, wave formed,

kinetic,

whirling through the dance

of present tense.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 11, 2015

photo by Edward Mulhern