The Dancing Metaphor

photo taken by Jeanne with iPhone 6+ (filter in Photoshop)

I Saw Her Dancing

 

Nothing moves in a straight line,

But in arcs, epicycles, spirals and gyres.

Nothing living grows in cubes, cones, or rhomboids,

But we take a little here and we give a little there,

And the wind blows right through us,

And blows the apples off the tree, and hangs a red kite suddenly there,

And a fox comes to bite the apples curiously,

And we change.

Or we die

And then change.

It is many as raindrops.

It is one as rain.

And we eat it, and it eats us.

And fullness is never,

And now.

  ~ Marge Piercy ~

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