I am Earthfoot, Bound by nothing, Traveling to the sound of something Blowing quietly across an open field of green. I am Windsong, Feasting on an open cloud, Billowing down your chimney flue, Surrounding you. Curling branches; Stalks of life. Tiny fragments, Broken wings, Little legs of long-dead things, Couchy closets hidden in a mushroom cap; Atoms, excited in the form of rock, Ever moving, more alive than not. Sitting, Solid, Silent. I stumble upon a mound of Fiery and ill-tempered ants A raining in my pants Of pain; Breathe through the rain.
Firstly, I wrote this poem when I was beginning to discover who I was in this world. I was still greatly misinformed, but I was “Earthfoot”, I knew that and it was important to me at the time. It bolstered me.
I had just realized that I was bound by nothing.
I was trying to write down what I knew was true, in my gut.
My substack address is bttrain.substack.com That’s Breathe Through the Rain.
This poem was important to my identity when I wrote it.
Sitting, Solid, and Silent has become a mantra I will use when I need one.
It’s hard to say when I wrote this.
I am going to guess around 2014- 2017.
I had just learned that when a gecko walks on glass, thousands of tiny hairs on their feet work on a nano level and help them “seem” to “become one” on a molecular level with whatever surface they are walking on.
I remember that the premise of a gecko becoming one with the surface he was walking on, put me in mind to sink my feet into the earth and walk around in it, this is how I decided to call myself “Earthfoot”. That’s what spurred this poem. I had also been reading something at the time, about how atoms are excited and constantly moving. You could describe that as waves if you like, but it’s no matter. Ha!
Thank you, Karen :)
I love this, Amy. You are such a cohesive whole, through everything you do.