Wednesday, April 24, 2013

POEM: "Muscle Work"

Muscle Work

Stabilizers designed to catch
the unexpected shift of your world
and all else unpredicted

we balance on this bench
argue with gravity wrest it up
wrestling it down

we wait underneath 
the heavy wheels on an axle
this truck going nowhere

a million no-miles the Darkness
down the Trace past the Sun
the deep blue at times of you

crunching tires in the backyard
breaksweat indoors under the roof
of workshop factory floor

some say the bench is illusion
we won’t lift higher than we know
we might be delusional

but having done it once
or twice I know these muscles
power is strength divided by time.

© 2013 Rob Schackne

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