Motion is Poetry

[ A collection of
poetics and vagrancy.]


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noble wind

 what is it
 to know that you’re
 doing the right thing - ?

      to wake up in a 
           nameless town
       with yesterday’s dirt
        still in your hair 

       to watch the morning sun
         yawn through low hills
        and over passing cars
         as they push on to work

       to eat the last of a
          stolen loaf of bread
        and follow a talkative river
     grazing on the promise
       of each untasted moment

 this knowing - 

 do you know
    you know it
do you feel
  noble wind howl in each
breath

like the word of god?

or do you mostly focus
   on the ache in your
dry stomach
  and wonder how your feet
     will fair
the coming winter?