Some days just walking—
and I lean from the earth’s core
like a falling star.
I stand up quickly,
birds, planets, and stars swarm like flies;
I fall to my knees.
Nothing is stable,
yet, I expect the sunrise
as I kneel in prayer.
One hand touches a wall,
the other reaches into air
for something not there.
The earth spins about the sun,
as my fingers lose their grip.
(May 3, 2025)
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