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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The Burning Road

When I place my foot
upon the burning road
I feel the heat of fire.

I feel the cool of fire
when I hold my foot
above the icy road.

But this is my road
and this is my fire
and this is my foot.

My foot longs for the burning road of fire.

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This is my second poem of the day and my second tritina, too. Here, I experimented with shorter line lengths and an even simpler structure. You can read my first tritina, ‘The Women’, along with a description of the tritina form, here.