a five-file run or a ten-mile bicycle ride is
as a beautiful relaxed animal, wrists & ankles
loose as sheers bellied with noon breezes
the first foot down begins the rhythm, down
the road & away, the same rhythm of squats
& crunches, the body a drinking bird
the head dips, thirst sated, the tail dips
relaxed does not mean at rest but every part
in perfect tension — warrior two, forward fold,
first position, & the breath tuned to the blood
mantra, not what is next, only what is now
what slows the heart, lowers the blood pressure
before some moment I lived every moment
as if I would never die, or as if the truth
that I would die could be ignored because it was
so far in the future, there was no threat
whereas now, death stands there wearing
Susan’s face — the moment before
when everything is still possible
the moment after when everything is over
to stand forever between these two moments
should not be but is my continuance
no purpose but waiting, every pointless moment
repeating, each day a little longer
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