Two men step from sidewalk to street,
a sofa and chairs piled up, strapped to their brows,
bare legs, rubber sandals, heads
bent, bodies leaning
against the bulk
and drag of someone else’s
furniture. It’s after they tread past
that traffic stops. What cars there are
elbow back as young men
tilt in tandem,
an ornate wooden palanquin
raised on bent shoulders.
Inside, a stiff faced goddess glowers.
Half-drunk dancers and off-key clarinets
celebrate her approach.
Standing still, walking in place
I cross between sofa
no load to bear nor rite to celebrate
walking simply to walk
to feel my gaze
widen through the pace
and cadence of legs torso arms
looking out from
within, and later
to gather from these words
where I’ve been.
Saying is in retrospect
Seeing embodied. Between saying
the world makes its presence