Infamous Footwear

Moe Russ – June 12th 2020 – Poetry

It could be something.
Or nothing.
Or the rest of your life.

No way of knowing,
And not knowing
The distance between
The bottom of your
Feet and the bottom of the ocean.

The pleasures of fantasy and imagination
Sunlight to shadow dancing on the wall
Beside my heart. 

Some raucous temerity
Would be welcome,
Overcome as I am
By the times in this blackened
World and the bones;
Too long in this skin
Unwilling to jump
Off the cliff –
Some more

Landing on my feet is a long-time habit.
Finding those shoes
takes more time today.