If
I place my foot
just so
I make a hole
There is a place
at the end of my walk
that is an eternal puddle
sometimes a pond
but that may be
a dream
My ugly brown
boot
can make a hole
or a splash
or a dream
and I lose
myself
in thoughts
of microcosm/
macrocosm
and wonder
how many storms
did I start today
in my empty
universe
and if
I hold my breath
can I stop
the apocalypse
13 January 2019