the sieve and the sand

Hips turn and lock in

Sending hide well overhead

Bounding fielders

Rules can be bent

Crossing bridges over streams.

Our eyes will adjust

Inside the diamond

Poets write with leather pens

On tablets of wood.

No more avoiding,

Getting a healthy sense of

My limitations.

Re-arranging dirt:

So simple, yet so much to learn

Thick, sweaty leaves

Lazily weigh down branches

Aloof and thirsty

The thin leather strips

Surround my hand, protecting,

Are stronger when soft.

Waking up freezing

With full knowledge that later

Will be sizzling.

Now her feet are green

From all the running around

Without wearing shoes

.

I’d wash those feet off

But won’t wipe away her smile

If I can help it.