grain

The earth is shifting, grain by grain
I cling to what I can of it
But with every exhale I lose ground
My feet fall forward, then catch me, fall forward, then catch me, fall forward, then catch me
From China, my lime tree can be seen upside down
Maybe not. I've never seen it from China
I don't have a lime tree
But I love the world
Rumi said he preferred "the grainy taste" of friendship to heaven
Our rough edges define us, and we are either attracted or repelled by them
Maybe heaven is the lime tree -