I move without
moving in perpetual fashion
towards,
forward,
while remaining
completely still.
Do you
notice me?
Standing here yet
growing
further away?
I remain
in one place
yet am in many
places at the same
time.
Thus is the sense
of perpetual
motion.
Movement in a line
and along
many.
All at once
yet
of many.
A straight
line
veering off course
in many directions
makes time
stand still
on a vine
we call life.