& Roo

the well-lived life is not a spectator sport

Filtering by Tag: poetry

Feeling Through

antennas for feeling, 

our bodies

pick up non-verbals 

like jacks

scooped up,

into swooping shirt-bellies.

Invisible, but weighted. 


rounded points

rub against ev’rything. 


feeling becomes a wavy sea, 

a hazy horizon

a constant meddler, 

hid and pounding, 


I am swimming,

waves overlapping,

to and from blur


turbulence becomes normal, my 

body compensates,

convinces me I am always out to sea

legs swaying beneath me.