Movement creates heat
so we lay, still as air, rooted
as the banyans, propped and languid.
There is only one consideration:
How slow can you go —
we adapted the game, a new
kind of limbo. Minus perdition,
which no one liked at the end.
It’s easy to dismiss darkening
skies from this angle, underneath
a verdant canopy. Elsewhere, maybe
there’s a downpour.
caroline ridgway 