Detail In Abstract Poem by Cee Bea

she was so into the only
moment (being every single one)
that it did not surprise me

Human nature, is repetition
of profound instance

but to what scale? what model
formed the mold? what action absolute?

Keen was every thought pertaining to
that group of characters, that to me
was a moniker for motion.

the attention to detail in the abstract
was the polar opposite to the whimsey
of a rowing motion, in the sea, on a boat
far from land.

While I set off with targeted sight
she reminded me, I needed to wash
my hands