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One need not move to be in motion.

A breeze tugs at hems – skirt and pant leg drift.

A lock of disciplined hair is teased loose,

a gust makes the body lean against it

just as one leans against the future.

One need not move to be in motion.

The sun, too, misbehaves, crimping the eyes,

flashing on glass. Throwing its hard shadows.

So one comes to the black and white of 1939

not nearly as surprised as they were, captured

in their happy pose, disarmed by wind and sun,

– the world spinning madly but in some larger frame –

disarming in their attitudes. One need not move

to be in motion. In that photograph

lines and life remain vivid, while time

bumps us along, out of control.