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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