newly found this land
of quickening rivers
and unturned stones
the objects in my bag are
of no use here
where the sky is the only place
to lay things down
where the wind is the only voice
alive for long enough to know
your song
i carry you with me
your body a little cricket-worth of weight
a river rock rubbed smooth and shiny
the gift we all arrive here for;
the treasure too big for a pocket
too small for the world
so i protect you
with my big heart
like a giant bird; alert
while we navigate this new place
you coo little dove
you blossom
you bloom
you carry such sweet love
enough to fill the sky with
when you lay it down
newly found this land
of night time feasts
and moonlit days
there are no objects that will guide us
but the beating of the little heart
beside it's mother
is the path
lit with the blessing of the stars
poem! beautiful!
ReplyDeleteour house loves to peek into your lovely house!
xo
annie
a cricket's worth of weight...
ReplyDeletei love this poem. i can totally relate as usual. i often feel like a big giant bird flapping around my little chick:)