Before the courtroom

you go to the street

and if you are to go to the street

you must go through the door

that leads to the room

with the door to the street.

It's annoying, but let's not pretend

action isn't made of infinitely smaller actions.

You're here and thenyou're there,

it's just in life you forget it's all one small step.

And then the next. Slow it down enough

andyou'll never cross the room.

Halfway to halfway there

you realise there was a start,

that the things you always say,

the three faces that you wear

are something that became

between beginning and being here.

How easy it is to convince ourselves

that time passes and passes us

when it's us who pass, are passing it:

this bit, this bit, then this.