EGGS: Get Wiggly

All of the sudden
I’m pushed to the threshold
Of my tactile memory

And I remember
Some strange
Seemingly insignificant

Moment.

Looking out a window
From a backseat

Moving forward
Staring in a hallway

At my old dog’s
Body language;

The times Inside
I had a hold with

Tentacles of twirly hope
Writhing from my core

Bursting through
The bay windows
Of the impossible
Into Nude Frontier.

Drugged by catapult intuition
Through an Endless Meadow
Until again,
You NO
Too much

It’s so important
To get to remember
That Feeling:

To know the worms
Wiggle beneath
The till of Sisyphus

And not just
Hang your head
And hear them laugh
Throughout your sole
Every time
You take a step.