A STORY. 108. SILLY SEASON

You have opened MOMENTS, been pulled by one title, On My Own Two Feet, and turned to the page.

my left foot stands on my right
this is not bright

You pause. No drama. No deep insight.

Silly season. That’s what comes to mind.

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I stand on my own two feet
my left foot stands on my right

this is not bright,
my brain says

my left foot retreats

my feet stand side by side

my right foot creeps left
covers my left foot

this is, says my brain, not good

it knows expressions like,
shooting oneself in the foot

and then there's another, it remembers,
about stumbling over one's own feet

but what about
standing on one’s own foot?


my eyes look down

it doesn't even look like
standing on one's own two feet


though actually I'm not standing

I'm sitting

but my feet stand

one on the other
my right foot on my left


how did this start?

why did this start?

it keeps both feet warmer,
it keeps them in touch with each other


but is that all?

isn't that a bit simplistic?


so what deep and perhaps nefarious thing
might it say
that I sit with one foot over the other,
top big toe playing with bottom big toe?


both feet are keeping still
except for the toes
which keep each other company

neither foot can go forward

but when I stand up
I stand on my own two feet

when I stand up
it doesn't feel comfortable
one foot over the other


in the meantime
I continue to wonder
about my standing on my own two feet
while sitting

And you . . . you wonder what pulled you to this poem, so frivolous.

You decide to go back to love poetry.

To be continued . . .

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Posted February 3, 2025