What Are You Standing On?
I. What I am standing on
is an island
an island
so small
I can feel
each particle of earth
slip away
under the ridges
on the prints
of my toes.
II. What I am exploring
with my arms and legs
is warm
and large as a mountain
with head-high stalks
impeding every step.
I throw out a line
to steady myself.
The wind catches it
and I drift away.
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