Poetry in motion is a common phrase, but sometimes it's true
in the way the piano keys move, rapidly up and down
like pages of a novel flipping fast through her fingers
no words are read and the mind is not held
down with the weight of drama
yet in the brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr in the pages flipping
the mind sees not tiny tiny parts, but the whole of possibility
and the mind runs
it's poetry in motion
birds of intrigue
fluttering their wings
and you can absorb
the whole story
without knowing a thing
that lifetime flying by
in the blink of an eye
that joy of awe
is poetry in motion
it's just what I saw.