I live for the broad roofs
of wide skies lately
I'm thinking of making up
I'm thinking of making up
my own cosmology
a sister sun, a mother moon
I'll urge on a webbing,
make belonging a whole world
build like an animal
build like an animal
trusting one, another, and another
where all of us are lost
--and it's okay and it's expected
--and it's okay and it's expected
as everywhere is safe
kindness a patina to shine on
the knots of this world
this goddamned beautiful world
winding down slowly
surely, but still with so many
of those we love here...
still here, so I release to air
the ones who
have been handfuls of sawdust
and ash
to live on as kin and stardust
everywhere
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Pic: Sunset today over the Maple on my way home.
3 comments:
This is a beautiful poem. I can feel both tones here from its speaker, a sort of poignant desperation yet a glimmering hopefulness. The speaker is almost urgent, wanting so much from what is still good in this world and its inhabitants. The emotion is so strong.
Well done.
Thank you so, so much, Nance! The Good Bones poem has been running through my head lately. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/89897/good-bones
Nice photo.
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