Hardly Its Own

When you are moving
on a road or a track
in a train or a car
one eye on the horizon
one a ways away
on a vague object
stuck in the foreground
as your epicenter passes
all three dance
not running not standing
a rock or a shadow or
pole variably distant
participates pushily
comments on context
not properly belonging
to it rather juxta-
posed on ech others’
claim to undivided
attention fooled again
like when the poet
fakes it or the song-
writer pretends love
is its own lover.

Advertisements

About mrsorenson

all over the place
This entry was posted in poem, poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s