surrender

sometimes i am
tired
of how
my cells are
so
strung out
and how like
little angry stars
they fizzle
impatiently
and
sometimes i am
happy when my feet
give out
and i have to
stop
pounding
up against
gravity
with my knees
and i could be
furious
that sometimes
i have to
stop clawing
up the wall
but sometimes
it’s better
to just fall
and swim
even
when you
can’t look
down.

--Gretchen Keer