#62 (elusive ground)


Like Shirley sang

she needs to keep on


standing on a sandbank

her bare feet

clawing into

elusive ground

tidal wave in front of her

the vastness of the ocean

behind her back

tracking back

the traces of her footprints

she sees them with her feet

the path she’s treaded

to take another detour

or run back

tasting the mud

returning to sand first

to clay later

the ground steadies

as her heartbeat does

not a single step taken

the rock she’s sensing

beneath her claws

the one she’s carried

with her

through the mist

through every breath


*22nd November 2016

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