The Story of Motion

And the sea swings

Agitated with alternates.

The wind is the unseen mover,

And the clouds

the puffed up population,

Fading and wilting,

Taught of a star's set course

We await evaporation .

We are at the mercy of the spring,

that unwinding.

Iam devout to ripples

To rivers

To whipping leaves,

To the blurred machine

To the hand's vehicles.