Asitougttobe finds jewels on a regular basis- a prospector with a fine panning sieve!
By Ellen Hagan:
Downriver is always long
& always flailing, finding
where our lives begin,
intersect? You, your bones
the humped slope of nose
browned skin of home.
You, sand. You, ocean.
You, bending & me.
How many nights we sleep
alone, our bodies rising—
what it means to miss you.
What it means to expand.
What it means to be birthed.
What it means to be sacred.
What it means to go home.
Place of birth, birthing
ground. Ground that is sacred.
You that is sacred.
Bones that hold together. Bind.
Bound to you. My mother.
I am bound to you. My mother.
You stitch me from inside. Hollowed.
your split sheath of self, your letters
the slow cursive of your language,
can’t I hear your voice, always?
Lock the doors. Latch the locks.
Shut the windows. Close the blinds.
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Thank you forr this
Thank you for the kind words and the reblog, Philippa. Just call me Clementine. 😉