A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
friend, rest now, let the earth grow
thick around your weariness like tree roots around a stubborn stone. all about you people are disappearing into long fields that have no end into villages beneath the sea into orbits and grass and soil and the dust promised to us all by a mistranslated bible. sometimes it is too much to simply endure to march on and on over the melting ice. be still. lean into your weariness as if you would dissolve and pass through it rarified. rest your cheek upon its axis feel the soft wobble of this earth we grow up and old upon the conversations the seasons whisper to each other the miracle of heartbeat metaphor and muscle. inhale everything you have ever wanted exhale and it is gone: a festival of executions. say to each: not so fast show me now the crossed-crease where five fingers meet in the starfish mudra holding but holding nothing show me the confluence where all rivers roar into a singular sea the inundation of everything nursed or crucified where all arms and oars rest upon the water lightly as the first and last light of day. Comments are closed.
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