threw order to the wind

who took it for a sweeping dance

though I can’t exactly say for sure

whether either party enjoyed it

slid down the rabbit hole a bit later

was feeling quite stumble-esque today

and it’s a word because I’ve declared it so

and after that

i took my feet for a race

down a pitch black hall

with a chilling uncertainty

just for the stomach-jilting joy

of not being able to predict

what obstacles

could crawl beneath

and snare them

when i finished

i sat at a grand table

and i propped them

my beloved

madcap

slightly foolhardy

feet

up in front of me

filling those shiny, cherry red shoes

they poke like curious, scarlet-beaked birds

from beneath

frayed, rough-and-tumble hems

that have been drug through

countless adventures

day to day

spontaneous winged graces

fleeting and playful

flick

tiny tufts of air

in my eyes

with their miniature wings

i pull my arms in front

weave them one through the other

and I take you in

your buttoned-tight words

send me roundabout reminders

of every daft whim

i was ever so fortunate

to never second guess

and true

they may never find themselves

justified

but i must say

they’re the makings of a damn good story