Movement Poem by Anemone Flynn

Every movement anyone makes
Contributes to a symphony.
Some are random; some foreseen
Purposeful consistency.

How can this seem so delicate?
I raise a finger, touch my face.
We inhabit a world of amazement
Reams of beauty, floods of grace.

Look into my eyes and find
Concentrated infinity;
But while you're there, I've moved to here
Quick, see if you can catch me.

So many people move with style
A ballet dancer, gymnast, or athlete -
Somebody I once saw on the road -
Fascinating physical poetry complete.

Idaho 2007