To know a movement

let it inhabit you.

Move into your arms

and row or reap or

raise hands as though

to honor something—sun,

moon, pollen from the

blowing pear trees, the

mulberry bush that

erupts with thousands

of sparrows. Now banish

mind visions.

It’s nigh impossible for

image and movement to

leave each other. They

intertwine like lovers

under a bay tree. Let them

separate for a time. Yearn

to know your arm in some

new and strange way. Move

it… then let it move

you. Taking you, like a

forgotten friend, into

some land you’ve never

seen before.

Thank you ever so much, Beverly  Voss!