the eye sees
the arm extended forward
in one direction
pointed at another
fingertips almost touching,
paused in mid-air, reaching out -
and condemns the stupidity
of wanting another so badly
to go against the entirety of the body.
it sends signals to the arm,
retracting it back to the body
with sudden alacrity and force,
and in its displeasure tells the arm
to be more like the right foot:
always moving forward,
carrying the weight of the body
within it’s sole.
but the skin of the sole grows weak,
and the foot grows mindless,
shakes with anxiety when the body is still,
the autonomous appendage finding fault with
being mindless for so long, wishing
"if only i had the courage of the arm."