The night I fell I felt compelled to go to the forest.
I dressed and laced my boots with hard, cold eyes.
Bait and switch.
You made my eye twitch, but I oblige/d.
Begrudingly yet lovingly.
I danced on the trail.
Aloft on one foot.
The right one.
Bowing head, extending an arm
Lengthening the aloft leg.
Up, up, up, and then flush, into a straight line, with my torso.
Cutting a right angle with my single body.
Trunk, face, left leg perpendicular to the right leg.
I told the company corps. to do this.
To do this and to hop, ever so slightly
So, I had to do it myself.
I did so successfully for the first three quarters of a mile.
Then, my snaking sneak snaps.
The ankle keels over while the rest stays a droite.
I find myself on my back.
Stunned and hurt.
I found myself
Five seconds into the future,
Taking stock of my body.
I walk home just like I walked to the trail.
One foot in front of the other.