Life is motion

Life is motion


In the middle of the day, sometimes,
I can stand perfectly still at the window,
And when there is a lull in the traffic,
And no breeze moves a single leaf
or blade of grass,
And no insect creeps across the window pane,
And there is no sound of radio or fan,
Then I can almost fool myself into believing
That I've stopped time.
Yet, if I'm still enough,
I can feel my heart pump the blood
through my veins
Carrying all the ages of man
to the remote corners of this tired old body.

Life IS motion; being still has never been an option.