Spontaneous

A rooster crows…

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Standing

I am the floor, the wall, the door

I look around to see what’s more

Stepping

I am the cart, the coins, the shade

I try to reach beyond the cage

Walking

I am the mud, the dirt, the sand

I tighten the grip of my dirty hands

Running

I am the shout, the noise, the route

I’m desperate to find a way out

Stumbling

I am old, sick and hungry

I lie on the floor sad, grumpy

Falling

I am disabled, handicapped, imprisoned

I clasp my hands, hoping, praying, and begging for reasons

Dying

I am you, I am me, I am god

I am your mother, brother, sister, father

I am your enemy, your lover, your friend

I am who you want me to be…

Please, give me a hand

And the sun rose…