Dirt, then Stardust
I knelt in the grass Nothing would do but to surrender To submit, to remember How long have I slept this time? Dirt under my fingernails washed away Sacred space between my shoulderblades tender each morning Body anxious to move Wings ache to unfurl - brush doorways, encompass space, touch sky I made myself small again Always slow, always on accident "Accumulated acquiescence" Exponential self-doubt giving birth in rabbited fits Spreading to gut, to limbs, to heart, to loins Soon languid numbness fuses to bone Mind is quick to succumb - acquiescence is rewarded so sweetly It is not enough to wake We must wake and wake and wake again We must be feral Shed apathy from our spirit like droplets on wing To remember who we are God, aren't you tired of being so careful? Earth is not careful, neither is sky - we are children of both I am best with dirt beneath my nails, crushed between toes, with wings built from stardust I have always been this way We are so much more than the w