my shadows warn of looming undercurrent
it is already here
familiar shackles ankle-biting
at old touch points
feet trudge
heavy
then light
heavy
then light
I cut my strings 2 years ago (some of them)
the crown tips
shedding is continuous
heavy
light
heavy
light
heavy
light
I am learning to carry it well
to march
— in spite of burdens
/excess is a burden
/my burden is light
a forced dance at my feet
I shuck and jive
for a reticent forest
leaves applaud trees are unamused
— they’ve taught me better
stop running
plant in it
breathe it in
winter is here
Based on a recent dream