I’m in position on soil, it finds its way between my toes
and into the wrinkles of my elbows
Stubbly toads orbit me.
A blooming is hanging over them
Shifting into names that I whisper in my sleep
They possess a magical sensitivity
Naked and yawning I lend my hands out
They say hello with the palm of their eye
Then turn their faces up to the sky with such probity
“Do you remember when I called out to you?”
The shouts settle into the hollow bones of birds
Petrichor emanates from the grass,
grass full like the open flesh on the back of my ankles
Open from tiny fish flirting with the current I stand against
We thought very hard of going up, and going away
I follow by their side to the surface of the water
Through the wind through the quiet they cry
The air surrounding me and the toads has its breath tightly held,
We are the inmost of the trees and kissing deer
My clay colored motherless friend
disinhibits the stillness in an amiable way
I forgot he’s the cause of the light, the warmth,
He reminds us that what goes up must always come down
The toads feel neutral about him
I know I shouldn’t say but I’d like to tell them that what they are feeling
is everything they should feel
I wait in an ambit of wood, with soot in my own cocoon
We dream of somewhere where this hold fills our ear lungs as far as this body of water expands
where what’s ours is what we desire
I swaddled the toads in seaweed and said goodnight
I can hardly stay afloat from their weight in the small of my elbow
Their shouts can still be heard all the way to the coldest muscles on the bottom of the ground
Author Bio:
Sophia's boyfriend passed away on March 21st, 2019. Writing was very important to her during that time of grief.
and into the wrinkles of my elbows
Stubbly toads orbit me.
A blooming is hanging over them
Shifting into names that I whisper in my sleep
They possess a magical sensitivity
Naked and yawning I lend my hands out
They say hello with the palm of their eye
Then turn their faces up to the sky with such probity
“Do you remember when I called out to you?”
The shouts settle into the hollow bones of birds
Petrichor emanates from the grass,
grass full like the open flesh on the back of my ankles
Open from tiny fish flirting with the current I stand against
We thought very hard of going up, and going away
I follow by their side to the surface of the water
Through the wind through the quiet they cry
The air surrounding me and the toads has its breath tightly held,
We are the inmost of the trees and kissing deer
My clay colored motherless friend
disinhibits the stillness in an amiable way
I forgot he’s the cause of the light, the warmth,
He reminds us that what goes up must always come down
The toads feel neutral about him
I know I shouldn’t say but I’d like to tell them that what they are feeling
is everything they should feel
I wait in an ambit of wood, with soot in my own cocoon
We dream of somewhere where this hold fills our ear lungs as far as this body of water expands
where what’s ours is what we desire
I swaddled the toads in seaweed and said goodnight
I can hardly stay afloat from their weight in the small of my elbow
Their shouts can still be heard all the way to the coldest muscles on the bottom of the ground
Author Bio:
Sophia's boyfriend passed away on March 21st, 2019. Writing was very important to her during that time of grief.
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