the invitation

Like toddling drunkards compelled

To follow the meandering cliff edges

Separating the halves of one heart

Until we fall

into the center,

One part’s departure through

Two part’s aperture.

We see

One heart pure and sure;

On two hearts’ adventure.

Movement

rhymes against

the cement:

The hardened human (sur)faces meet each other in persuasive rhythm; ; ;

So the dancer rebels

To trust the boards pinned down by a turning silk pointe.

Like bramble reaching for sun

(teaching us) to travel in spirals

Because the globe spins under us, renewed like a log in water—

Because the shameless and saintly horizon flirts and retreats in haze of half sun

Forced to rise by our approach.

It is an eternal invitation

:To tickle the earth

with your toes as does a duck stirring the muck.

Let each clod

greet you as she meets the hoof of a donkey plodding.

:To remember

A journey is caused

By gravity;

We know nothing else

Because this is

Love’s only assurance.