The trick to deal <br />with a body under siege <br />is to keep things moving, <br /> <br />to be juggler <br />at the moment <br />when all the balls are up in the air, <br />a whirling polka of asteroids and moons, <br /> <br />to be metrician of the innards, <br />calibrating the jostle <br />and squelch of commerce <br />in those places where blood <br />meets feeling. <br /> <br />Fear. <br />Chill in the joints, <br />primal rheumatism. <br /> <br />Envy. <br />The marrow igloos <br />into windowlessness. <br /> <br />Regret. <br />Time stops in the throat. <br />A piercing fishbone recollection <br />of the sea. <br /> <br />Rage. <br />Old friend. <br />Ambassador to the world <br />that I am. <br /> <br />The trick is not to noun <br />yourself into corners. <br />Water the plants. <br />Go for a walk. <br />Inhabit the verb.<br /><br />Arundhathi Subramaniam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strategist/
