It never switches off; even asleep <br />We listen in to gravity itself. <br /> <br />Crossing a field is one long exercise <br />in equilibrium - a player’s grace - <br /> <br />though what we mean by that <br />has more to do <br /> <br />with music <br />than the physics we imagine. <br /> <br />A history of forest and the murk <br />of oceans, nice <br /> <br />adjustments <br />in the memory of bone <br /> <br />lead us to this: the gaze; <br />the upright form. <br /> <br />Lemur and tree-shrew linger in the spine <br />becoming steps; a track worn in the grass; <br /> <br />A moment’s pause <br />before the rain moves in.<br /><br />John Burnside<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-inner-ear/
