Grounded

I lie on the floor,

course carpet fibers capturing creeping thoughts.

I press my stomach into the earth,

rhythms tremble, breathing in beating words.

I give my cheek to gravity,

skin wrangling wrinkling feelings.

I jab my toes gently downward,

foreign consciousness lulling lazy action.

I am lying on the floor,

my heavy head supported by the ground.

I am lying on the floor,

because I know the earth will support my soundless vowels.