Confinement
I plunge my shovel into the dirt
try to dig my way out of confinement
But unlike the birds who flit
in and out of this green cage
of towering pines
I find no escape
Watching as water fills the desperate hole
drowning worms
while the bees in their obsession
seem content
to drone on amongst the cosmos
I am jealous of their wings
Foot
Loose
They
found another foot
floating
in the sea.
Loose
foot. Not fancy-free
nor full
of fancy.
Not
fanciful.
You're
grown another foot (or rather).
Foot-long,
longing for that foot
playing
footsie under the table.
Lost your
footing
for the fleetingest
moment
finding
feet amongst the flotsam and jetsam.
Michele Rule - is living life day by day in the beautiful Okanagan. She respectfully acknowledges that she is living in the traditional unceded territory of the Syilx people.
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