in
youth
the ground
under me assured
in all ways every day
I
run
jump
or fly
above
it was
always
there
for
me

my
mind
it failed
psychic
manna
dried
up
and cries of
terror
cries of
animals
cries of
mothers
for their
children
neighbor
self
the ground was made for toil pain loss

thanks so much for sharing