The Arrow Paradox

Zeno sent
his arrow flying
endlessly from point
to point along its arc
to make a point
about eternity:
getting there is tricky.

That’s what I think
anyway, as snowflakes
stall in the morning’s
freezing air
like seed fluff
reluctant to drop
anchor in the ice.

I’m watching that
tentative descent
though I’m in motion
and counter-motion
even as I follow
my pen’s blue notes
and think I’m not—

not doing anything,
not going anywhere
much farther
than my own flight
across the blank
momentum
of the turning page.

More poems by Mark Jarman:
Memory Song (2019)
Seam (2017)
Eocene Beech Leaf (2015)
Prosím (2013)