7 Feb 2020 - persinammon [mgnica redacted]
My father is the earth.
Moist loamy soil sinking under my roughened feet
Twigs tangled in wayward hair
Sweet sweet honey incubated by the dying bees
An imperfect cracked ruby flashing halfway in the sun.
When I was little I played to the earth's steady, half woven beat
I didn't know it can only end with either a bang or a whimper.
(Did it already end with a whimper? Was the girl dancing on a black hole this entire time?)
He is a dutiful provider, starved of the sea for so long that
He forgot the simple harmony of a school of fish.
He gave me the X that made me but
Could not accept the woman that came from the ocean's womb
An evergreen redwood patiently sheds its leaves
A generation feels its skin peel
His Gravity is so deeply within us
We all forget how to fly