she said—small as possible
you’re not gonna reach the earth if you insist
on being so big.
Curl your toes; just like that,
sink neatly in on your center—
double, triple, crisp and clean-cut, like
a paper brochure tuck yourself under
and let the head
Down to the ground you’ve got to go, til
the fructuous earth might kiss you back.
Your lips can swing
til the crusts brush the ferns
& the curls of hair soaked in sun fold
into the fronds.
It’s nothing dangerous.
Nothing to it but to wag
your shadow ‘round the mangroves.
Josie Rozell’s poetry has been published online (Jerry Jazz Musician, River City Poetry, Literary Yard, Scarlet Leaf Review, Vita Brevis, etc.) and in print (Ultrarunner Magazine). She is currently in last-stage production on her first collection of poetry, called Articulated Soul, coming January 2021.