even as my body stumbles
wavers uncertain
waves as I walk
familiar unbalance unfelt
spreading into weakness falling
still even so
here I am
knowing where and how
perception position poise
as I totter drop
from one leg or another
catching descent
deeper sense remains rooted
in my core
as I dance
in a frame all my own and flying
upward inward
skyward heartward
like pouring boiling water
from armstretch high into a pot
into tea
not spilling nor splashing
a drop
my inside steadicam
holding local geometries
folding social geometries
even as my world tilts
and slides
I touch my ear
22nd April 2020 #pendemic eleven