There needs to be a ground
To find. There needs to be a grounds
For finding a way up or out.
If there is a grounding-in
If there is a grounding out
Let it be so elaborate
That my skirt blows up
In a breeze, so still,
That you believe in magic
That you believe in the most elaborate of schemes
That the scheme of this life
Is a grounds for a plea.
So that the ground
We stand on leads to a higher landing
So that the whole of each half of my hand,
Each palm, could be held in the tightest grip
Grounding this in an earth that is still alive
With greens and reds, still alive in our
Footfalls and tears.
How many ask for this?
blog of poet, leah umansky 