We’re built to look forward, and forward only.
Perhaps we summon left and right
when crossing streets and rivers
but once we’re on the road again,
it’s only ever straight on—
especially when we’re racing
against others once again.
But then, when you fold at the hip
and go down—and down some more,
and your head comes through the other side
things begin to change:
they’re upside down and flipped around
and don’t resemble at all
the vision we’re used to!
Our vessels, too, begin to feel
an inundation strong
and get more juices than ever before
and react imminently so.
In this position, we cannot walk
or we’ll fall over hard
but we can hold on to one constant thing—
and that doesn’t even exist;
it’s the horizon between heaven and earth
and suggesting that perhaps,
those two lovers may not always be
up and down the way
we’ve only ever known.