leaning into the sole of my right foot
pressing the ball against the skin of ground
my eyes surveying the circumference
of lateral seduction
the cervical spine revels in
eyes arcing to the right
texture light color
and again to the left
in long slow vaulted sweeps
recalling all that moves sideways
and down inviting the breath of up
and mobile serpentine vertical possibility
a fountain of sensation upwards
each vertebra in turn rising
anchoring to rise further
arising arisen risen realm of up
a pivotal chain of suspension
I balance on the strong shoulders
of earth's gravity
—Lorena Wolfman
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