the other direction

sometimes i have to
move my body
to stay grounded

sometimes i have to dance it out
to remember silence

sometimes the movement looks like
a whisper
and sometimes
it's just the sound of my feet in the other direction

sometimes

it can be so quiet when the world is busy
and caught up in itself

so i move
and i reposition
and i ask myself to remember the way here
because eventually

home will call
or i'll remember the mess I didn't make
and i'll want to double check
to make sure it's gone

i'll need to go back
if only for a moment

i move 
i transition
i am not who i was before

perspective is a blessing
action is an ally