Do my legs have memory?
Do they remember
The standing,
The waiting?
Do they remember every time
I have run,
The zealous burn,
Disquieted calculation in my
Muscles?
I have put hard miles
Upon them.
Do they remember
The anger,
Standing at the door
As I was given notice
That my life would be
Turned upside down?
Do they remember
The blood draining from them
As I walked to
My living room floor
To sit like a hermit
On top of desert dune?
The miles through rocky,
Rough terrain
That have left them weak;
Yet, they do not complain.
Do my legs recall
Failing to support me,
Contemptuous wind ripping
Through my branches
Pulling my roots from
Underneath me?
How hard and fast
Must I run
To quiet
The shrieking of my tired limbs?
Only fast enough to
Stand entirely still.
Will they remember that?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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