The Reverse Excalibur

 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.