Foot

I am never the same,
one day to the next,
shrinking close and down
then out, out into the distance.

Instead of being the universe,
I fly into mind –
a million drops of water
reach the furthest edges.

Cinderella in a mythical landscape,
I am a beast.
I swallow ancient cities
searching for my perfect shoe.

This is my gentle, my fierce –
part of the deeps
then washed up on the shore,
cleansed and new.

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