How Do I?

As a child it was an easy question

It rose to the lips with little thought or care

How do I?

How do I feed myself?

How do I tie my shoes?

How do I breathe?

When the moments strung well past a million

I forgot how to ask

Instead I knew everything

And if I didn't, I'd figure it out on my own

When the moments strung well past 10 million

At the end of everything, I asked

How do I breathe?

Oh yes I remember

How do I smile?

Oh yes that's right

How do I dance?

Yes, just like this

When the moments strung well past 20 million

I asked again and again

How do I 

How do I

How do I?

Oh yes I remember

The roots rise from the Earth

They swirl up over my legs and ankles

 A strong wooden lace net shows me how

I feel grace and permission 

To dance and to breathe

When the moments are past counting

Ah yes

It is an easy question