My mind is a sword's edge
I walk forward until suddenly
I lean to the left for
twenty minutes
Chasing a bubble of question
Down a hole
I walk forward until
Suddenly
I lean to the left for
five minutes
Sheparding an electric
alphabet soup of communication
I walk forward
Intentionally turning left
Passively turning so far left
Until I move
Backward,
chasing my future to do list
Slicing it down with
sharp swings to the left
Thinking I am making progress
while
I unravel
An infinitely longer list with
My efforts
Ten years
Slicing faster and faster
Only to realize
I have only worn a barren
Stretch of Earth
and made my left leg so long
I no longer stand on the right
But seeing Share in struggle
I look around and
Realize we are all
Wearing beetle galleries in the Earth
with no exit holes
I swap my sword for
A flashlight
Bend my left knee,
Right leg out like a kickstand
I spin one-and-a-quarter
Clockwise circles
Dragging my right foot
From barren soil
to Earth
to barren soil
Until sprouts form
I hang my flashlight
On the moon
Aimed down at me
And I sit on the Earth
In the circle of
Sprouts I have formed
Until one seed grows up through the
Cardboard tube
I call my vessel
Turning my feet and legs brown Ground
and The Green Rest
My neck elongates toward the moon
Frozen in its place
To illuminate transformation
I expand into a
Monarch Sequoia
With a stillness of 30 Elders
Forever stretching my neck to the sky
A microphone tucked
Into the stars
So they can catch up
With their distant
Dust cousins we call
Soil.
