14 Nov 2018 poem

Step Up

I step down.
I step down from a position, not a location.

The position was hollow,
which implies I should be able to step through it.

It was a small step.
Mankind took no steps or leaps in this scenario.

The step splashed.
The position was political and about water.

Ah, my position was not hollow.
It was filled with transparent water

that remained perfectly still,
without a ripple bending light.

The water I step in is not the water from my position.
I must be adjacent to the Rio Grande.

That explains my muddy shoe.
That explains why I step up.


copyright © 2018 Kenneth P. Gurney

 

 

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