Hiroko Lancour, "Chance Operations: Enso," 2014
1. Jump To leap is to commit: hours of drill, of gathering speed, accelerating, one-two-THREE-and-POP. You don’t fly off the ground without jettisoning thought, without letting your body think for you. A penultimate step; sink down, elastic, all bound up and coiled; then you rise, unbound.
2. Drive We’ll light out at first light for second chances like these. I can feel my shoulders loosen and drop with each mile gone; can you? The road hum: drummer’s brushes on a snare, our conversation scatting over that rhythm. Even silence makes an open empty music, where we’re bound.
3. Rest Asleep and dreaming, I hold the ends of a rope, one in my right hand, one in my left, making and unmaking a lover’s knot by way of practice. The rope, now a snake twining its caduceus, sticks its forked tongue out at me, slowly winks. Years later I awaken, find my books have come unbound.