No Rest

stillness is an illusion

for example 

that pose we hold

twenty of us in a room

doubled in the wall mirror

leaning forward

hands and feet reaching

in opposite directions--

looking like a still-life

to someone looking in

but really

the burning in my gut

arms and legs

tells me that there's

much going on

to maintain this apparent

static state--

micro-movements of

muscles clenching here

releasing there in

a rhythm independent

of my thoughts

and my breath

and my mind--

whose fidgeting quiets

but does not stop

telling me again of

the illusion of stillness

and how things at

rest are never truly

at rest