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Grounding

a poem about grounding

Nov 6, 2019

I’ve been skirting my life
like dancing on ice
the surface so slick
my feet can’t sense
where it ends and they begin

so I slide this way and that
sending my feet one step up
and hoping the other follows

You might think the ice would crack
split open and drown me
but it never does

you’d think if I could stand still
in one spot for long enough
body warmth alone would finally
thaw out one space
but it never does

my feet just freeze to the surface
and putting everything in motion
again takes more and more effort

So I don’t stop too long
I keep dancing, sliding
this way and that