Analog Loco Motion

 words and images by    shaun   lawton   

 Dipping  the paddle  of an oar  into  the waters of life  

will direct the course taken  going forward  

when the sculling is a letter and  the oar a sort of mail  

 then you trace  the feather of a bird  line by line  

one at a time  on  a blank page  and sign  it 

with your name (not upon the dotted line) 

but  just right there on the empty page   

you control the direction and flow your life takes. 

 

It's  a sort  of  loco motion analytical devotion 

in proximity to the inanimate enemy

 ready to instigate any second guessing 

as best as the next one that is if you ever 

make it back to shore where the waters

of your other life direct the sequence undergone

to continue roving forward in a straight line.

Nothing can parallel your own foot 

becoming a common postal service item

and with the lining of an avian coat of armor

piecemeal assembling itself on the white sheet

upon which the new signature may be applied

onto the marginal cloudscape developing 

as the parallax of our remaining event horizon

helps keep it fixed in perpetual proximity just out of reach.