timing ghosts we fall
born wound, rounding lair(s)
we extend warranty
playing ritual tides
and during
a waxing
near full Moon
we surrender
need for here
to knead Earth...
we were digging ourselves
bent kneed muddied bloodied mirth
tiny shells and wet sand pearl-cutting into
tinder dark fertile belly wades, swept first
from when we had, had earlier, this idea
of what a slender firth
could be here for, and why
and so now we knew
what these ocean tongues
were claiming to be...
parents of the rain
and they will crawl too
often as we do
through the smallest caves
just to see the trees...
EJR ©
This cracks me up:
ReplyDelete"during
a waxing
near full Moon" ... You're so sneaky!
"to knead Earth...
we were digging ourselves" ... You are so cool.
"wet sand pearl-cutting into
tinder dark fertile belly wades" ... Love this.
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