Motion Along a Straight Line
This is how we avoid collisions: move
in a perfectly straight line. Place your mind
on the backseat, comfortably tucked under
a safety belt. The only thing that matters
is your body, moving
along a straight line. Parallel
to the motion of all other bodies
beside it. My body, your body, moving
without the slightness of tensed muscles, without
the slightest wanting
to swerve, or turn somewhere else.
There are no maps
because there is only one road:
long and smoothened
with pebbles. Nothing will hurt
the soles of our feet save the scabs
that have long begun to chafe away. Nothing
will follow us, I’m sure. Well
maybe, something would –
some injured memory limping
to catch up, dragging with it our old shoes,
disturbing the sleeping pebbles,
calling us to stop.
