what gave winter her wild
& summer her dream?
what has now become these small sunken teeth
gashing where the sinew sits laced against the bones?
I watched you give whispers to the willows,
small blooms to the thyme that creeps the dry caked earth,
innocent white buds of the yarrow quivering along this parched path.
I watched as you gave wisps to the clouds & smeared the sunset serenely, with each shade of passion & blush
I watched from here, where everything is nothing. Where whisper & bud is a mere fantasy. Where the land stinks with refuse & the valley never floods with anything but thirst.
I saw the tides that came—people blackened with exhaustion & worry & grief. People. With their tongues dried out & dragging. I saw.
How they gripped onto me, swaying, weighing me down to sit with them, to weep with them. To find some solace in these touchings of a human to a human, a soul to a soul—to feel the vast vagueness of our own selves & of those who die off like flies along this way. Across the desert. Over the salted plains of waters undrinkable. Off to the chainlink homes of hopes unfounded.
I saw. I watched. I cried. I fell.
My knees bled, slow & stinging. The ache came & stayed a while, sipping the tea from my bones & rocking, back & forth.
I could quiet it all with one sweet prayer, splayed wide to my God. I could quiet my insides. He quieted my insides—this inner seething & sadness spilt out upon the ground like a blood sacrifice.
I waited. Oh how I have waited.