Black belts in the living room

 

K. Cronick

 

I saw them gamboling,

almost swimming

past the door,

two black belts

slowly blocking, swaying,

practicing approaches,

swinging in slow motion,

long-bowed arms and legs,

a martial meeting

in the living room,

a dance so slow,

a waltz of martial rhythms

on a cloud of silence,

a hushed and gracious grapple

with the Master,

his father, and his dueling mate,

gliding round the furniture

 of life.