orthostatic

with so much color in movement
can you blame the lament
over this bleeding out

observation leaping
to evidence
of the eventual paralysis

a day will wear the slender line
with the thickness
of an orphaned grain;

sand that had been
attached to a continent worn away
by nothing more than water and wind

if continents can crumble into grains
what resistance can i offer
to hold this fragile flesh together

except to remain stubborn and tethered
to these colors
even as the wavelengths fragment
if only to feel the recession
like the drying sand
between high and low tides


wb