I begin on Solid Oregon Ground
Still
Stable
Strong
Not movable at all; No matter what
Winds screech, pound, push, pull, mess my hair
My feet stay here, always on earth’s glorious green fuzzy beard, which I shave regularly.
The sizable yard offers generous portions of hazelnuts, pears, and blackberries.
I don’t even eat them, fearing poisons sprayed to clear around the train tracks, though trains rarely pass anymore.
I know the route to the best grocery store like singing a favorite song when my daughter’s perfect voice finally joins along.
This blue little home on a suburban circle, sunny inside with a shady redwood deck out back is mine.
I plant a flag.
Solid
Sturdy
Placed down
The wood from a maple tree such as I touch made the table
my adolescent daughter still leans on so heavily, unsteady with palsy.
I have beautiful thoughts of growing further up.
The earthquake scrambles everything.
It makes the ground soft, full of daunting hills and deep cavernous traps not easily visible
I bare my feet the second
I am off the wooden step into the warm opulence which shifts in personal service to me.
Sand cushions, molds, shock-absorbs
warms from the inside
out starting from the blood coursing through me: sand warms
Florida pulls beads of sweat from me like a magician pulls the coin from behind someone’s ear and yes, they are real.
I want to run miles.
That is strange given the exertion sand requires.
Steady now.
The waves pull my support away while I stand
I grasp for a base again.
Home base, I imagine getting all the way home.
Where I win a rest in my spot
This is your Phoenix backyard view, right? It’s one of my favorites!
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