Sadness, I instruct you

For my dear friend

And now, sadness,
I instruct you
to be still.

Let these bones rest. Marrow
pale and depleted by memory
and forgiveness,
they are weary and cannot stand your shaking.

Let the exhausted heart
encased in this bombarded cage beneath my skin

jarred by your gnashing and clamouring

float in the buoyancy of you forgetting

for a moment

to squeeze it dry.

Do not bewilder
me with your wailing.

Now I tell you:
Let me be.

~~~

‘Barefoot’ running is saving my soles — Almonte Massage Therapy by Body Poets

A report from the field…

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By Ellen Symons, RMT Ellen used to be a recalcitrant runner who felt as if she were carrying a refrigerator on her back, but in her minimalist shoes she feels lithe as a gazelle. She doesn’t know if minimalist running is for everyone, but she’s sure enjoying her runs much more these days. Initially […]

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