Some days the limestone calls us into submersion
to pick boulder and stone
to source long views from the hanging shadows
so that anyone who looks can find a brand new reveal.
Our shoes are then anointed as sacraments with dust
to chuck kicked out reminders that yes
you too
are kept upright but for smallish steps
and that yes
you too can make the grade from grit to glisten
on purpose or not if you let it.
On those days we slip fast into submersion
catch stones with our toes
and then flip them
as far away as possible.