my
creaky joints wake up
but wait to move
a wet and ruffled
blackbird blinks
and hesitates to leave my shoulder
a pause
my slowly filling lungs
inhale and freeze
the sun unfolds
another leaf
turning its rays
to sugar
i lean into it
soon i'll have to take a step
stumble or fall
all is just that
for this one moment's moment
somewhere
the first
traffic light
of
spring turns green
a distant horn sounds:
let everything
proceed