Dancing Ground

I stamp my feet in the sand
seeking to firm up my foundation
and maybe also shore up the foundations of this world
as it slips away
or, better, seek out the foundations
of the world to come

so much for concepts

I rattle
and stamp
and enjoy the curve of the
silvered log that contains this little bit of work

as a neon pink lozenge left on a log
looks on and lends its blessing