Bodies at rest and motion.

testing articulations

with hums and murmurs and shouts.

intention glimpses action

like air moving through open fingers-

will rest be found in the clanging cloud or the quiet fire?

tiny wails calling out from sleep

accelerations to move me from this inertia.

with unbalanced forces,

i steady my feet within the notches of the floorboards

to sing them back to the land of dreaming.