Shifting Sand And Solid Ground Poem by Michael Tucci

Shifting sand and solid ground
Separate my feet.

One solid
Peg support for loads selected
And imposed as well as ones bitter sweetly
Nurtured and grown with begrudging love
From inner dungeons.

My legly peg has stature. Among
Peers it is Shaw of the Atlas Stones,
A hanging garden of the present,
Here to marvel and wonder whence it
Came.

The other like the victim of a
Field sobriety test with nothing
Of the latter. Upon a land that's
Ocean-like and therianthropic,
That is at once and then naught,
It plies for all nature disallows.

In the arena with Despair, the
Undefeated Roman lion, my
Seemingly boneless appendage
Has but one greatest fear…

That a one legged table cannot stand.