Yesterday, I discovered that I was missing a poem in the sequence, the one between Brush Knee with a twist step, and Grab the Needle. Why I didn’t write this one before, I don’t know. But clearly it’s time; I was planning on writing it this morning.
When I woke, though, I discovered that I was more than an hour behind schedule. I’d failed to set my alarm — first time in years on a school day, I think. Oh, no! I got up, did my druidic exercises, had breakfast, and was on my way to school. Not a day of successes, really, except that I did succeed in getting to school on time, and completing chapter 6 of Caveman Chemistry.
Complications arise. That’s what happens in life. No matter. I did tai chi when I got home. And now I get to write a poem, on the movement Step, Block Punch. Different from the drawing process, I assure you:
With the left hand alongside the left hip,
and left foot weighted — the right foot eases
forward, a boat gliding into its slip,
avoiding a crash. The right hand teases,
curling to a fist, but lacking all force,
as forearm becomes a defensive wall.
Right foot planted? Left hand strikes up, of course,
as waist rotates from left to right, with all
the body’s weight. Then left foot advances,
and left forearm slides upward in defense.
Waist twists right to left, and thus dances
the right fist forward — and the proper sense
is that the body delivers this blow;
from left foot and hips, this jab’s powers flow.
It’s becoming clear that I need to assemble a complete sequence of poems, in the correct order, not out of sequence and with missing steps like this one, in a single document. There’s no way I can draw the coming movements without having a copy of my sonnet framework to work from, all in the correct order, with the posture names (and the existing diagrams so far). That’s going to be a lot of work in the week already crowded with work. But it needs doing.