230/365: The Forgetful Symbiont
Over this asphalt, over that gravel,
it's a blind path I walk —
even grass is forgotten,
its blades' soft crush padding my heels —
until my shoe catches
into a rushing wildness
that defies my thick passivity
to consume me.
And I am consumed,
born the forgetful symbiont
now grateful for bruised knees.
I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.