Jack Hardy presents a family of rocking toys for the restless, in "Waiting Room". Nuance, slow-dance and creative mis-balance abound.
I have an incredibly relaxed sense
Only I never go anywhere, and I yield,
and my hands
feel like they've been handling
The motion is probably reminiscent of
being three or standing still in the sea;
and there's something funny in the
way the eyes
search for the corner of the room as
you show for a picture.
So collaborate for a pose-work
or an ungoverned grin,
singing between the ground and me.
One side, favourite side,
to-fro, left-right, whichever.
And go: rockeroonee,
then a mind can be changed or
an idea re-arranged
at the will of a pole rocking lightly.