
this was a commission
"the present is the wave that explodes over my head, flinging the air with particles at the height of its breathless unroll; it is the water and light that bears from undisclosed sources the freshest news, renewed and renewing, world without end" -Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
We will fight sea monsters
On this Ship made of pillows and cotton sails
We will be slapped by salty spray
With Tangled hair and shiny eyes
*Grab your finest sword*
we'll see the world
sideways and downways
and insideout-way
we’ll see the trees
lying and hanging
and feel the clouds beneath our feet
*bring your finest hat*
books stocked high,
shells, stolen from the rocking beach
fall, imprisoned in my room
for
I am a lunatic,
stalking Nature’s elixir,
A pathological madwoman
I crave the scent of soil
I bask in the dapple of the sun and trees
romance
Stand on cliff and
BREATHE
As if you were robbing the world
of its greatest gift
*breathe*
plant ivy on my grave
to crawl and grow
and regrow again
plant ivy on my grave
so I might be a berry,
polished by dew
and nibbled by sparrows
so I might see
the ends of the earth
forever
a flight, a flash,
a break between the trees
because,
I am