Wind Below My Shoes Poem by Nicole Dummett

The years drop at my feet
Like weightless snow
Heavy on the side-walk.
I kick the backside upwards
To challenge the broadened decay
Of dreams slashed saltless,
Yet only the wind sneezes
Below my shoes.

I can't get a grip on time,
Nor the spaces that smile
Between my teeth, redecorating
My mouth of supple remembrance...

Bones knuckle against ricrac garments
Belonging to another, as I ricochet
Against meanderings of age and youth.

Bald memories retire in disgust-
Recumbent, gnarled, dying;
As rigor mortis fingers orchestrate
Their last recall, and like netted fish...
Flounder to live.