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
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Your poetry is elegant and the reader is guided through it with such graceful flow, very like a wonderful dance. Thank you so for sharing this.