i have moved away
from her
for a moment,
wanting to see
the forest of her
being.
i see how green she is,
how much her life reaches
upward,
devouring light,
how the shadows of flying
birds, great and small,
shift across her face.
i see the birds come to rest
in her,
laying eggs,
dropping feathers,
dropping shit, singing
to the sun.
i see clearings
filled with stones, layered
with things fallen
and decayed.
i see the designs water has carved
in the earth of her
and how water carries
pieces of her
away
and i see where great storms
pounded, rearranged
topography
and i see
rainbows bending
over
her.
--Zann Carter (04.26.09)
You can't quit when April turns to May. I depend on these poems as my daily meditations on life.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem. I was really entranced by the romantic tone. Then you broke it so skillfully with the use of the word sh@t that I laughed. Then you drew me back in to the beauty of it.
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