me and my shadow (20160612)

i walk on my hands now

i used to walk on my feet
like everyone else
but i got tired of
my shadow always
dogging my heels

i jumped a lot
but that was exhausting
and i always had to come


now i walk on my hands

the first time
i did it
i was able to lock hands
with my shadow
and wrestle him off the ground

empty where his eyes were
smooth where his ears should be
vacant where his mouth might have opened

yet it laughed
this human-sized oil spill
knowing that my only choices were
to pull it to myself
so that would never be parted
or go back to letting it follow me

i walk on my hands now
on my shadow, hand-in-hand
a compromise

Poem 20151018

these shoes hurt my feet
though there was little walking

still it seems too much distance
had been covered in too little time

not to say that things were rushed
or that the scenery went by


but the ache is there
starting in the arches and

aching in the ball joints
all the way across the bottom

and they throb when i take a moment
to sit and reflect

and my soul throbs too
not a heartbeat so much

as the ticking of a clock
and you can’t lay blame on the shoes