“There’s nowhere else you are supposed to be”
ephemeral warmth
humid sweat, “Feel
a calm, cool
the boil.” Move
your hands, all over.
Transcience is the moment,
find the place,
forget the sidewalk.
Remember the sequence,
file on, find comfort.
Forget it,
untangle your hair
Feel recollective,
warm up,
skim the bottom,
paddle up
Discover a world
you’re not in
heat heaving
short breaths
pushes on you
panic, ecstasy
*Image caption “Wave of Materials” by Zhu Jinshi