We dream what is truest about ourselves
Photo Credit: Clarisse Meyer
The wind walked right up to me
pressed against my lungs
and reclaimed the breath
I had been borrowing
one hard kiss
honeymooning me into
in-betweenness
Here, I found the secret medicines
Earth
Wind
Water
Fire
and grew into a wildfire
racing across the foothills
but my love is violent
swallowing green branches
bud-less but bountiful
wrapping the keys of life
into rings
and rings
and rings of knowing
We dream what is truest about ourselves
I am just a whipping sapling
clinging to black earth
waiting until it is time
for me to rise
and rise
and rise
