"Peripheral Vision"

 Peripheral Vision 

         “Except for the point, the still point, there would be no dance”

––T.S. Eliot

 

 

My life ran away with me—

without freedom from or to. 

Rough and tumble without cause 

for sitting—only the getting. 

 

Until, periphery. 

Just off the turnpike—lanes 

of people driving, driven—

two lasses toting satchels 

 

saunter like cursive writing. 

Loops and curlicues flowing

to connect dots––drawing 

out stillness soon forgot. 

~LCMH