The Ground Beneath my Feet

The Ground Beneath my Feet, by Monisha Mittal

So many ways

to be wise or 

clever

in the moment 

fewer ways 

to find myself.

the reception flickers in and out 

Where is firm ground?

Yesterday at my desk

I lift my head to see

flecks of orange breasts

on snow limned branches.

Atop two tall trees

bursts of color

onto a cold landscape.

In the moment

my mind empties

to fill with wonder. 

If the next step is not a goal 

what is it….i wonder. 

The reception flickers in and out.

my mind empties 

my heart fills

no words just tingles 

oooh 

What does my heart want?

ooh

what does my heart Want?

The ground forms

to meet my feet.