~ And so I jumped.

Before the loss of data here, I had drafts, revisions and screen shots of the evolution of this poem. I write off line first, but am not going to repost the revisions.

That would be like rerunning a reality show.

Anyway, some recent dreams called me to dig it back up. I’ve made a few tweaks, and I feel it’s as done as it will get. For now, that is. Done enough to eat, but still reheat-able.

(Set you toaster ovens to low for 4 minutes.)
Once, a friend
noticed I get hurt
only when my feet leave the ground.
If toes could dig like roots…

Love was breathing
your sky’s ideas;
growing in my ground
of reality.

Trees exhale deep into earth;
sweat water into sky.
Sway, but never move.

Love’s turned.
It’s sustained wake ripples
orphaned emotions
against the banks of my skin.

I will stand, defend.
Plant soles firmly,
Earth’s mass solid beneath,
ready to absorb shock waves.
Holes pierce inside
as paindrops storm through.

I could never stretch tall enough
to reach your fantastic sky.

RLM