Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Standing Up

The pleasure of standing up
After growing restless with repose
(Lying like a bag of potatoes scattered across the sheets)
The joy of stretching muscles knotted to bones
Unfolding legs and toes
To press against the earth
And filling lungs upright with air
As we stand to our feet

Poem © 2014 Daniel Routh

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