Loco-Motion Poem by Suzy Jay

Nothing is tangible

Moments are mists over rivers
fast flowing downstream.
Each day, an exhalation of breath,
of air, of light,
lost thoughts, sweet rememberence.


Nothing is static
and longings are melodies
that lie within the songs of larks,
and the singing winds
and endlessly moving moons
that reap a flooding chorus
out of every new day.

All is in movement.
All is in motion,
the spirals of time,
taking all we are,
all we are,
up and out and over
and into the rolling magnificence
of our palaces of love and despair,
of hope and fear.