The Ever-Moving Man
He’s never still
Out of the corner of my eye
He flits around perception
A constant
The movement in his hands
Branching to his feet
His eyes
Everything is in a state of energy
And I get it, admire it
His body hums with music
It burns though his veins
And wraps around his spinal cord
Something about him
Sizzles with anticipation
So grounded to the earth beneath
Yet tucked away in stars and sky
This is not to say that he can’t sit
Listen
Watch with cut-flower patience
Though his body remains still
There is something inside
Burning quietly, deeply
When the wind brushes us slightly
I can see him dance
I wonder what others hear
When they look over
I wonder what he finds
Staring into the mirror
Can others hear what nature plays
When it surrounds him
Will they see the dance
If he’s only just waiting
There is nothing I want more
Than to see him completely free
The ever-moving man
A constant article of energy
Planted on earth with roots dug deep
Wings stretched to meet the storm
His heartbeat an evolving song
It’s something so implausible
Our own personal piece
Of enlightenment
A soul that is never still
One step from a routine
There is always sound
A heartbeat from a symphony
His insides were made
From artwork
I hope he sees
-Ella
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