The surgeon pulls on his scrub pants in front of the mirror.
His fingers rapidly loop the orange drawstrings
Together in a cinching knot.
Now imagine it’s just his fingers—
No scrubs, no hospital, no arms, no body.
Just fingers cutting deftly through the air in cryptic choreography.
Now picture a sea anemone in a reef, its tentacles slowly
Jazzing to and fro in the invisible ocean current.
Try to imagine what it might be tying.