One split second
I'm putting my foot
On the first step of
the front porch and
ZIP
I land on the precipitous crack
disappearing
and hopefully when I focus on
The fix of my earth- position
There is nothing there
The earth has not been born-:
the earth is being born -
so I can see it happen
Talk about a thrill
(or a cold chill!)- then further
and further in
And on and on through all earth's
struggles to be -
I survive until at length
Drats!
I Can't put it off -
got to get back into
The old body
Got another swing to do
Before I can knock off
for the day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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