in media res

you’ve heard the phrase “poetry in motion”

seen the posters in subway cars trying to inspire the masses

with paltry, pithy perspectives on the city, on life

more often getting ignored by those masses who are more concerned with

things that are not someone else’s words.

“poetry in motion.” no way.

how about the poetry of motion.

of her flexing leg muscles as she stretches before taking off like a rocket

of the baseball player as his entire body swings with his bat, vibrating with energy

of the way the sunlight sets his hair afire as he shakes it into his eyes

of the baby whose mouth opens for its very first cry.

each a poem in its own right

each a poem without words

“poetry in motion”