Sunday, January 25, 2015
connected in the clay
trust the dark cave of your beginning.
stay close to the earth
breathe deep and easy
release the concern for right and wrong.
to be a poem requires no explanation
you've got a taste for it
keep it on your tongue
roll it around in your mouth
and enjoy it.
knowing the taste of your origin,
be the mystery body and the earthen bowl.
bleed hot like a volcano
ripple gently like the stream
roll strong like the ocean
dew laden, the morning grass kisses your feet.
Prompted by N. Waheed's poem visceral