The speaker asks us to watch, and then shows us what watching means. The words on the page tilt, pivot and zigzag, and the lines themselves step down the page in a staircase, then loop back on themselves. The repeated phrase "circle into self to adjust placement / to start again" keeps returning, slightly altered each time, as if the speaker is stuck in a rehearsal and can't get it quite right. Even "heart" slips in for "self" once.
The language of the body runs through the poem: the back, the head, the neck, the shoulder. It reads like someone describing a movement or a way of being carried, with the head doing all the work. The speaker seems tired but determined, and a little exposed. The ending is a quiet plea: "Look at me, if possible. / Hold my head." The mood is patient, vulnerable and slightly weary, a struggle to begin that turns into a request for care.