Every movement anyone makes
by Anemone Flynn
Contributes to a symphony.
Some are random; some foreseen
How can this seem so delicate?
I raise a finger, touch my face.
We inhabit a world of amazement
Reams of beauty, floods of grace.
Look into my eyes and find
But while you're there, I've moved to here
Quick, see if you can catch me.
So many people move with style
A ballet dancer, gymnast, or athlete -
Somebody I once saw on the road -
Fascinating physical poetry complete.