poem

 ProprioceptionWhen you know exactly whereYou're at you don ’t need a map.If you know where you ’re goingThere ’s little reason to look back.If you ’re unequivocally righthereYou don't need to consider the overthere.If you aren ’t falling there's noReason to reach for a ledge.If you know the answer to the questionJust spit it out, without the stammering hedge.The answers are rocketingUp your spinocerebellar tract,A series of un-ruminated factsLeft from right, up from downNails that sooth the itch on your backWithout scratching around.Sneeze and your handJabs to cover your mouth.Ambush attacked butYou won't get clowned.Close your eyes,Spin in three circlesAnd your finger finds your nose. Your mind has its ways of sensing spaceBefore thinking of time or place.Secret back channel spinal pathwaysWhere the positional sense always arrives first.Faster than the wasp's stingThat tells a boy how bad it hurts.Faster than the sense of lossThat comes before the phone can ring.Before the shiver that compels you to fetch a coat.Before you know you're hungry,Before the bone sticks in your throat.The first thing is always to knowThat at least you're not falling.We close our eyes before we kiss.There's nothing left to seeOr hear or smell or think.We accept all this with a sigh,Like gravity, like dying.My head tilts before I'd even decided.And you'd already angled your jawTo receive the caress of my lips.Before we even knowIf it's good morning or goodnight,Whether it's hell...
Source: Buckeye Surgeon - Category: Surgery Authors: Source Type: blogs