#poem #poetry #amwriting 1 gentile golem

tomorrow the leaves will grow from my fingers
   my nails will spread wide
-               -  ridged with veins –
and I will find essence in my rootedness

but that is tomorrow
for today I am between respectability
and the hole in the ground

the one I hold in lordship
and the other more transient
   like that strip of pink sky

   on which I balance with gripping toes