toes

I am spinning and the velocity is
hurling into the universe like a song
from the first radio
lost in space
lost forever unless a foreign
hand or ear
can receive it

The revolutions are dying
I am so grateful
to see the world spin its normal
rate of dizziness
without a fibrillation
to knock it sideways
like a tire swing you grab
mid flight
and set the riders plunging

All the atoms coursing in my intercellular spaces
are meant to sing
and the harmonies of their tiny songs
are meant to blend
and the intricacies of their lovely melodies
are meant to create that
joy in my spirit which is only
heard in the very quiet
intercellular spaces of my time

Wild and free they must yet
be guarded like a child
like a thoughtless innocent
carrying grass to the big horses

Carefully we thread our way to lift her up
to their velvet noses
and watch their enormous hooves
so they don’t crush those little generous toes

All the singing is so dear to me
and so undeserved
I cannot understand the words
or even the notes

But I know when I am too
off balance to guard their little joys
and I must not teeter on the brink
for their little innocent sakes
for my sake
for all the children feeding large
and thoughtless
horses
on their little bare
and perfect toes