Material

When light hits a moving body,
Then the colors reflect.
Primary things unravel
And come together
Into a new complexity
Then my eye-my evolved
Created eye-records the image.
Then it sends the signal,
My hand moves
And records the signal.
Then the light is contextualized
Into a shape; labeled and dissected,
Spread out and explicated,
Then it is concentrated
Into one word.

And when this body
Moves around another,
This is relationship.
And when the bodies separate,
This is distance.
And when they rub,
When the particles of one
Transfer to another,
This is love.
And when my hand
Records the signal,
This is poetry.