Like The Spoon dancing

       acrobatics in the air

Refrain the cold Squirrel

       diplomatic on the road

Release the Winter, perched

       erratic on the year

Resist the Present, point

       hermetic on the scale —

Dance.

And dance

With no mind as to

Why you started or when

Now and forever

Untroubled with the Fall, 

The splintering of 

Temporal aims and

Nomadic stalagmites —

Forming only because they were unformed

Unforming because they were formed

The ephemeral continuity of

One spoon dropping, only to be picked up

And then —

Again

Release.