Poetry: Closer to the Ground

by: Elaine Body 

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Sometimes—
You have to greet your own bones
As if you are meeting
Your pulse for the first time
Sometimes—
Word aren’t spoken
Sometimes—
They escape like the breath
You forgot you still had
There are moments when
Feeling weightless makes you
Want to be heavy
Closer to the ground
Closer to crunched leaves
That have already fallen
And been turned still
Closer to where you fell
The last time
Sometimes—
You want to be grounded
You want to feel like
You are not going to disappear
Into lipstick stained glasses
And empty plates
Sometimes—
You just want to remember
What it feels like
To be a blank page
And to color
Everywhere

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