cold feet

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my cat keeps piddling on the carpet
and I’m tired of cleaning up after her
but she is getting old
and it’s winter
and if I were her
I wouldn’t want to go outside to pee either
getting cold feet
and reminders of youth
from the twin kitten strangers
who have moved in next door
and who, rain or shine,
delight in dancing about on the deck

 

© Claire Griffin 2016

a deeper impression

my body holds me close to the earth
I’m grounded, weighted
no risk of losing myself
of being overlooked
of drifting away

when I was younger
I was insubstantial
innocent and inconsequential

oh, but I could dance

I could lose myself in the music
it would carry me and I could fly

now walking leaves a deeper impression
air moves to give me space
leaves bend but may not straighten

my body has caught up with my mouth
full and curved
but it is heavy now, and its harder to fly
my hands the only slender thing about me
as they dance across the page

I am present, barefoot
feeling the wild pulse of the earth
light passes over and around me
my shadow stretches and contracts

gravity is drawing me home

 

© Claire Griffin 2016