CVP

Rock your heels on the edge of a step
Unhurried descent
Into the gap between
Soft and unthreatening like the blurred horizon of a grassy hill
All can remember the itch of grass on sandaled feet
But this is your stride
The choice of your feet stepping gently and unthinkingly into the itch of stalks and stems
Amidst the gap between…
The earth is packed hard
Others have gone ahead
But this is the scuff of your tread
And the dirt you scatter in your shuffling
Note the beetled air and the shades of brilliance caught in each minute’s blue
Twist your heels into the dirt to feel the grit of your new platform
An uneven sort of solid
formed
Rock your heels
Feel them, now that they’ve been set to motion
Dismantled from the perch
Atop the edge of a step
Into the gap between