28/05/26
I belonged to the winds
North to East
I belonged to the summits
Frozen and brazen
I belonged to the galaxies
Expanding and collapsing
Until a heartbeat pulsated within me
Until a mouth attached on me me
Until a root grew within me
A branch
A trunk
A root
In my womb.
Connecting me to the earth
Anchoring me to the harbour
Rooting me in the present
Every cry
Every morn
Every hunger
Every night
Every urge
Every noon
Anchoring
Rooting
Entrenching me
Gladly
Wholy
Tiredly.
A wish come true
A dream come true
A prayer come true…
And yet the echoes
And yet the tremors
And yet the trickles
Of the invisible
Of the ungraspable
Of the ethereal
Still call me.
But my heart is full
But my arms are full
But my laps are full
And this isn’t the right season
To live between worlds
To glide between states
To tiptoe between words
And lose my hold.
Today I must be of
Flesh and milk
Warmth and comfort
Attention and firmness.
Always here…
Never there.
Nor beyond.
Not yet hither.
But soon I shall return to
Your Solace
Your Silence
Your Safety.
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Writer. Dreamer. Wild woman, free creature.
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