(a response to Miriam Calleja Shaw’s Baking soda, white vinegar)

How do you descend 
into your body? I seek
a place to ground.

The dishes are clean, now.

Nothing left to wipe away but
my own 
storm look
how I surge
tempestuous. I rainband, I cloud.
Skin is eyewall, gust and wave.

Kitchen faucet flows to river. Push

inward to eye

temporary calm

You say, this is how we resume:
Stretch from center
Grip the earth
Sink heel into soil