Arms to legs

Grasping

Making Cups

With out bodies

We rool

Like one ball

Following

The stains

of Sweat

Each crease

Explored

With tongue

With tough

And mapped,

Coded, diagramed,

We missed

The correct exit

Followed

The wrong trail

And now

Stumble

Into uncharted

Territory

This new land

Lay fallow

And we

Exhausted

Can’t find

The road back

–Amy C. Rosen