LAURA BROWN
Force Between, No. 2
Force Between, No. 2
Between
the act of creation
and
the intent
is
inertia, yanking things strongly
to
a standstill.
An
unseen hand
grips
tenaciously under stationary currents.
Who
can turn upstream like visceral fish,
juxtapose
will for nature, spur sagging flesh,
quash
downrushing habit?
Who
can arc, strain,
unhook
mouths, as forces reel and pull?
Inertia
gathers.
Frog-potted,
we bide our time --
Wait
to leap from tepid waters.
At
first venture, hidden eddies trap.
Sidelined
against pitiless swirls,
struggles
ebb. Drained, sucked in,
we
settle to the bottom, bones.
Humus,
sediment, earth, rock.
Gradually
harden, impervious.
The
force rolls on,
always inexorably on.
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