A phrase I use a lot to describe my daily mode of living is “low to the ground.” This includes aspects of living simply so others may simply live and playing the long game of generations-long struggles for justice. Also, I find that living simply offers “built-ins” that better align my interests and life experiences with those I seek to be in solidarity with. This poem is a tribute to this.
Low to the Ground
Some may knock me
Lo
To the ground
Every sow often
Pain forward
Hear
And now
That living one
Day at a time
In a thousand year plan
More depth
Then heights
Unlike giants
Sky high
Smelling blood
Grinding bones
Fore their daily bred
Not knowing Jack
Bean there
Done that
Now
I am
Happy
Eating beans for breakfast
Possessed
With a deferent kind
Of magic
