Measured movement, feeling every step
(heel-toe, heel-toe)
the locomotion a means to no end
losing count, trying again,
tripping up… again (heel-toe)
willing the chin away from the chest
to look up as curiosity holds sway
the sway of a clock’s hands
the sway of hips propelling forward
a body too tired to think on its own,
following a bird’s flight
as a guide upward into light
or at least less darkness where we are.
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