justwrite 29 october

shuffling details into obedience the wind spins leaves into curlicue piles pages turned and returned the same story in glorious relief waiting for the grief to pass the plane won’t crash the dogs won’t all be fed but that’s better left unsaid all the starfish children wandering unbidden in sunheld arms alarmed at the chance of being set down we frown in response and shake our heads not for you the ground the floor and more to the point is that tribal tradition that superstition of keeping a baby’s feet from the earth for a year or at least its first some period of time and once they find that all is fine from that marker they park a ceremony right in the middle of everything and drop a rutabaga or some other soul-saver on the chosen mark so the waiting devils wrongly snatch the vegetable this being done the chosen one the child who will live and thrive can stay alive on grounded feet even while growing up with believes high in the proud clouds of traditional mystery