
Grounding
by Benjamin Watts
Did you know if you sit here
on this park bench under the trees
if you sit right here just so—
No, you gotta take your shoes off.
You gotta put your bare feet on the ground
feel the cracked leaves and broken earth—
There, yes, just like that.
Did you know this park bench
gets you high? Gets you stoned
out of your mind, but really
it’s just Mother Earth blowing raspberries
on the soles of your feet, singing
how much she loves you into your ear.
And you can do it anytime you want.
No one ever sits here
or if they do, they don’t ever remember
to take their shoes off.
Benjamin Watts is a queer poet and tarot reader residing in Los Angeles. Previous work is available in Revolute, samfiftyfour, Bellerive, and elsewhere. You can find him online @cableknitty and wattsbg.com