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THE BODY IN MOTION

Is it true that things return

when they are not the same,

that they wait

till recognition bends

like water around a rock

and we say, oh, it is almost you

whom I touched in the blades

of forest light

naked as you were and have been

always in that room in me where you live

like clear water in a bowl.

And you are not the same, yet

here you are. Clearly the beautiful

spirit clothed in time

persists

and I bow to that, smoothing

its bright leaves and surrender,

its wanting to be known.