A Model of Gracefulness

You nimble-minded variety of man
Four arms linking twigs
Tinier and tinier, faster and faster
No legs to touch ground, never still
You would fall
I not only desire your move
But your build.

You would be a statue
Too late, too long, headlong
I'd covet you all the same
Fallen from that high
Into a model of gracefulness.

March 2, 2005