Renmen - Poem by Shannon Harney
I’ve let the red dirt in the air
kicked up by bare feet
take root in my bones.
I’ve seen a whisper caught in the breeze
surge through the sea,
spraying foamy giggles so carelessly.
The dirts and foams collide
when in rolls the tide
forming a muddy froth that I’d taken in stride.
This mud has carved lines in my feet,
daring me to stampede towards irrationality.
If I close my eyes, the mud becomes cracked and dry-
Closed eyes, head held high, I may try to hide these lines.
Does this bind me to hypocrisy?
Because I can’t deny the effort it takes to reside with my feet in the tide
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