Movement

Nothing is ever still….
even the boulder is teeming…
there is never a period…period…
Beethoven’s Third, first movement…
says this…yes…then this…but wait…
now this…no…no...no… it’s not over
even at the climax…we are born in the
middle of things…middle because no
beginning, no end…no conclusion …
an Everest if ever there was one, but one
that goes on forever…no peak experience …
Gold Medal Olympian wakes up, sees the
Wheaties box on the wall…it’s not even over
when the fat lady sings…there is just one
poem, one song that goes on forever…