poetry in motion

a kind of learning

i don't know what it is

a kind of transforming

i don't know what it is

leads me to strange places

rooms i wander

circular directions

take me home

to where i am more myself

whatever that is

ever since i was a little boy, i always wanted to be

a philosopher

theologian

thinker not betrayer

no judas in me

i've lived a life not knowing who i am

a teacher of sorts, in the pure sense

i learn from them, they learn from me

just not an automaton 

i want to speak my mind and not muffle it

there's the rub

does it make you employable?

know your strengths

know others

then you can know yourself

but does that ever happen?

this introversion not good for me

i must dance

i hear music that moves my soul

and in the dance i forget myself

there is nothing but perfect motion

bluegrass

deeper livelier than anything i know

poetry in motion

and with that poetry comes wit

is it?

or song

singing connectedness to each situation

through my bones

that feels eternal

universal

completely myself

denis streeter   6/8/21