in morning quiet
I hear non-humans breathing
with song and living
I remember this
feeling of living inside
my earthly body
how many ways dead
do brown people need to get
before they’re believed
what are you about
other than living your life
each moment each day
remember those soft
autumn colors in the trees
as they stood changing
I am in the trees
running through their veins like sap
breathing through their leaves
when have you felt rain
light as anticipation
heavy as knowing?
do they sing often
as the earth pushes each spring
against their webbed toes?
two geese floated by
softly with a water song
singing past spring ice
eleven limbs out
and I’ve got the earth magic
of spring in my veins
snow falling quickly
upon frozen feathered arms
outstretched to the sky
the land remembers
how it is to rest outside
and dream of this place
the divide between things
is often like autumn leaves
hanging on til spring
colorful spirals
fill this sweet afternoon
with fire and water
warm ideas flow
like the crisp winter river
soft 'round hard edges
.
flow like the eagles
schooling the young about life
as a free being
.
flow like oxygen
breathing through creative lungs
water through my veins
why host a dire need
to know just exactly how
everything will be
if we grew as plants
in Fibonacci sequence
we'd live more in light
no one ever knew
that love was an unhinging
of necessity
they are the brave ones
who walk the earth as themselves
lovers of their souls
mother make me whole
as the universe expands
into goddess toes