there is a space
far out at low tide
near the mouth of a river
where the sand is flat
and wet ~
one instantly remembers
why people thought the
world had an edge
why they shook
fists and sticks
ran clutching babe
to safety of cave
when asteroids passed by ~
why when the goddess comet
Venus
finally came to find her home
and Mars no longer suffered
when gravitational pull and
magnetic fields
did not exist ~
when it could only
be God
parted waters
and those
feet
in sand like this
saved them ~
global disaster destroyed
collective memory
so many have
the tales
all of their gods
saved them ~
it’s easy to remember,
all so innocent
when the moon
is new
when the season is summer
and toes, exposed
can follow a river
to the sea
at low tide ~
when stars reflect
and the world
floats away
when it is at first
terrifying
to be so small
and simultaneously
invigorating to the
point
of physical vibration
when recognizing oneself
as part of the all
made by the all
and therefore
yourself the all…………..
I see you Whitman
with your toes in sand
like this /