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A Brief Meditation on Movement

June 22, 2008

I fell from the cliffs to the sea
of arms to the foam of hands

to the spaces of cities like cities
could ever do something, could

ever be more than a story or store
where we waited through winter

for a certain street vendor
and stood at the edges of statues

and sculptures and pointed
at water, the shape of water

in the place of a place we once
took a taxi through patterns

of people, through movements
of bodies, the firework nights

like a furnace above us,
the clang and rattle of hours

like a river, the hem of a river
that remembers the swish

of the cliffs, of the hands,
the falling, the feeling

of falling, of finding
there’s nothing

but nothing beneath.

by Tim Lockridge

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  1. Allan
    June 28, 2008 at 12:30 pm

    A very handsome poem, Tim. I will be on the lookout for more of your work.

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