The Ground Is Slick and Fills Me with Sinking
A Poem
By M. L. WoldmanPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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Nobody cares anymore about the sureness of footing
where land is watery sogged
and the sand comes with quickness
There is no sadness in this knowledge
that the water is coming for us
It was built to wash and swallow
I spent years testing each step
with my staff before planting foot
Now I walk sure-footed
unmoored from urgency
smelling the thickness
of wet air
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About the Creator
M. L. Woldman
Poetry, painting, film, and when I'm feeling saucy, philosophy.
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