in my case, mother,
the perpetual stain of
smoke in my clothes
belongs to a life lived as lover
to the wild
she draws me into her belly and
keeps me soft.
I go in.
within 24hrs I am whole.
the fire starts on a single match.
my veins run with the river’s blood.
the forest offers dinner with outstretched limbs.
inhale. exhale. song.
the flames crackle quietly as night falls.
I have walked barefoot,
my hair is curled wet,
the days remind me of my insignificance.
and I am content.
truly there is nothing more I want
than the being-ness of this.
No comments:
Post a Comment