josey foo
iPOEM
An Act of Rebellion
He opened and closed his hands for as long as an hour. His left hand would close first, leading his right. Even so, the right was the stronger hand. He sat back and stretched both legs. Then he stood up and stretched first one leg then the other and pretty soon he was walking forward. He walked straight ahead, through a gate, across some grass until there was a fence straight ahead and soon he would have to turn. He resolved to perform an act of rebellion vis-à-vis that fence which still might require that he move other parts of himself in familiar ways according to some rule of motion. He threw himself on the fence. He pawed away at it as his body moved sideways toward another fence, that is, if one considered that each straight boundary on a trespassed property were one fence. There were trees. He sat among dried leaves that, when he picked them up and rubbed them between his thumb and fingers,