The Movement
I’ve never been able to cartwheel.
Even as a kid.
But since everything in my life is changing,
Upside down and backwards to how
I thought I would feel,
I figure,
I should do things differently.
Make changes.
Try, for once, to feel triumphant,
exuberant,
because
YES!
I did it!
I’ll stretch my body out.
Reach my hands to the firm ground.
Let my feet feel the wind,
the free-flowing sky.
Let my stomach muscles loosen
and my belly-button see daylight.
Because I am capable of movement.
I am capable of being moved.
6 comments:
Love this!
This is just great. I love the words and their meaning and the drawing that goes with it. I used to be able to do cartwheels but now, I just might hurt something if I tried. But the metaphor of a cartwheel in my life: I get that!! Thanks!!
Bethany, I really like this. The picture is fantastic and the words express the feeling of doing a cartwheel..if you could do one. (I can't either!)
i do the exact same thing, usually a little drawing with whatever i write :P really moved (hahaha) by this poem too.
i do the exact same thing, usually a little drawing with whatever i write :P really moved (hahaha) by this poem too.
hi Bethany, i suppose i'm in a poetry mood tonight...and here i stumble on such poignant word gifts!
upside down and backwards, belly buttons seeing daylight. thanks for taking our feet to the wind.
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