No. 5 when i do tai chi sometimes

when i do tai chi sometimes

there is a falling-in-place
and suddenly my skin
fits me
perfectly

and the present
fits me
like a second skin

and inside i am a poem
i am inside a poem

inside my skin
i am inside a poem

i am inside my skin
inside a poem
about water
earth
fire
metal
wood

and my hands move
around another poem
hands in clouds
pushing a mountain

tying my coat
on the left side
right side
thrust & parry

when i do tai chi sometimes
i am in
my skin
in the poem
of the moment

loving all the stars
just as they are.

--Zann Carter 04.05.09