I settle my foot firmly on the ground, unwilling
but body does not pause
from heavy rhythm of earth
in which one foot does not rise
until the other is planted firmly in the dirt.
One can forget oneself in the steady movement
of foot to path
path to foot
and the energy flows through the circle of
animate and inanimate matter
human and mineral
until there is a silence
the world no longer resists.
as once in a dream, I sat beside you in a car,
but now I would be leaping along the mountains,
now riding with you once again
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