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Footprint


it's 9am

mylast guest has gathered

his clothing

and personal affects

and my door is closed behind him

then I turn

and see the room

but to give you

this view

I must back up

to explain that

at about 8 last night

a group of people

began to gatehr

at my studio apartment

on a mission of serious

hardcore recreation

fast forward now through

13 hours of everything

that nine people

could think yo do in the name of fun

then drop it all

in a blender

and cue the full majestic glory of sunrise

and you've got it

9am

but my eyes are held wide open

by a night of conversation

of intellectual

and soulful stimulation

and a curious thing happens next...

because before I even stop to think,

"My God, what a mess,"

I realize that before my eyes

is something that I've only heard about

in stories

I am standing in a footprint

a footprint as deep as my apartment and as long as the night is wide

something huge, with its head in the clouds and

both feet on the ground

yes, that tall

it stopped here for a moment

on its way to

wherever it is

that such things go

but standing here, at 9am, I can still see where its toes curled

and tangled the sheets on my bed

and I remember

that it was here

I heard its laughter, and its stories

and listened to the songs from its heart

for a moment 13 hours long, I looked into its eyes

and read the words on its lips

I felt it

touch me

and if

in its passing

it may have tipped an ashtray

or a beer

I am still glad that it was here

another day

I will complain about the mess

but right now I can't care less

and I cannot wish

for absence

because right now

I am standing

in a footprint