I am pinning my words to the softย ย earth The soft touchable, feelable earth they deserve that after all this time of wandering The skulls of the thoughts I think and the words I say are fractured and their spirits go askew But they are coming, they are here and they are stepping on the soil in fits of clumsy courageย ย They have not felt the ground They are used to being swept away, & being carried in thin air by false promises that were pretty sometimes