I landed barefoot on this land --
touff, touff --
left then right,
a soft and gentle padding after years of ocean-spanning flight --
anchoring the arches of myself down, down into the soil...
I listened sightlessly through my soles
seeking to transplant Her DNA through the veins of me,
atom by atom,
taking back from Adam.
searching for a bottomless cavern,
in which to send out the tendrils of me
sssshhhjjooumm
into the murky darkness
sssshhhjjooumm
searching a cushiony embrace to drown in the depths of
and stealthily like water
the tendrils made their way into every crevasse, every crack, every fracture...
seeking out every millimetre
until nothing's left.
When I'm baptised, I run
and when I run, I keep running,
and I sprint
and I keep sprinting
until I'm back where I started
... because then I surely know,
I've been everywhere.
I've seen every corner,
every signpost,
excavated every Every --
I'm the perfect Millenial
the rushing woman / searching soul
I want every Every
and what I want I want
now.
So where is that deep spaciousness?
That piercing sensitivity?
I lost her in the expanse of me --
some have restored it, others leeched it away
always restless,
morphing,
metamorphosing relentlessly
transforming through different shapes of me
endlessly, endlessly,
ebb and flow,
like the glow of the full moon.
Where is her deep spaciousness?
Her striking sensitivity?
I see it in the iridescent circle of the moon,
stained by little boys' charcoaled fingertips,
yet still halting time for those who stop and sit with her a while.
I hear her in the stoic ancientness of the land beyond the water --
she knows my name and asks me to speak hers
(when I do, others stand next to me).
I feel her in the shifting dusk, reminding us
that everything must die.