Every Which Way
by Susan Sherman
Imagine a globe spinning through space
You are standing in Canada The stars are
singularly bright You watch them in silence
You are standing in China Bikers struggle
through crowded streets Pollution so dense
it obscures the light You are standing in Spain
It is summer The sun burns your flesh
as you reach toward your daughter’s hand
You are standing in Africa The Serengeti is quiet
Predators wait for night You are standing in Antarctica
the sky dimming in preparation for winter’s long sleep
You are standing at the North Pole or in a big city
Calcutta perhaps or Moscow Buenos Aires New York
You are standing in the suburbs on the plains
on an island Do you ever think it curious
no matter where you are freed of gravity
you will fall into space Perhaps even now you
slant at a ninety degree angle or worse
with your head hanging permanently down
How athletic to be stretched out sideways
rigid as a board What determination to remain
the wrong way round the soles of your feet where
your head should be Have you ever considered
how distorted our perception of who we are
how we are placed might be when we are all of us
standing every which way but up