feet of clay

i sink into the ground

deep roots pull me further below

the earth

the dirt

the sea

the fire the magma the heat of the lava flow;

Swinging from the tree

laying down on my back

the womb of the wood sticks and branches

to my skin

a gel i cannot shed;

a bark i cannot peel shave nor muzzle,

tie my shoes, i am commanding you,

the weight of my feet is unbearable

when i am tripping every second

and every other second i must stand

back up

and every other other second i am down again;

tie my shoe foreign soul,

i do not know you nor do i care.

i know my shoe needs tying

and i know i do not belong

here.

i am the foreign soul in a place

i do not know,

but i struggle to understand

that my soul is a soul

the same weight held in my feet

and my shoulders that hurt me

& restrains me the same

but with different effect,

a truly confounding situation…

i should be smoking somewhere i shouldn’t be-

i should be saying things i do not yet know

that lay two centimeters deep on the right side

of my brain

an accessibility issue,

i am not a computer

but i am powered by electricity

and things i don’t understand-

stuck to the ground by pure coincidence,

i must fly