Poetry: At Ease | clivejames.com
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At Ease

It’s only a theory, and only a theory’s what
It’ll probably remain, but were I ever
To get involved with somebody a lot
Taller than me, her being so would deliver
The two of us from the tension that attends
On the woman’s being only a little taller.
No point in my attempting to make amends
For so great a differential (after all, her
Chin is at the level of my pate)
By some technique – say, straightening up – or other;
A futile effort she’d reciprocate
By slouching? Wearing flats? Why even bother?
What is there for a pair so disparate
In something but to be at ease with it?