Just as slyly as I lean
My weight akimbo while
With leg upthrust I struggle
To uphold the honor
Of the javelin thrown,
A pantless Pan sculpted in mid-air,
Frozen into stone,
I, deftly panting, lift
Both palms tipsy
Above the keyboard’s snare
Cantilevered, off kilter,
Teetering above the fulcrum
Of the hand that lingers,
Balancing its mechanism
Between the calculating thumb
And warm rubatos
Of wary and opposing fingers
From which the Grecian pose
Of the pagan evening flows.
April 9th & 10th, 2024
Magnolia
April 13th, 2024
London