04-02-2020, 01:06 AM
Revision #1
A leaf is pinned to the stream bed
forced flat by Winter’s raw
and wrathful storms now fed
drop by drop into the thaw
Dripping, sticking, sweetening sap
Sweating from hearts of trees
They also bleed from their wounds racked,
exposed by frost and freeze
Change is muck and dirt and grit,
but soft and molded too
For novel needs it shifts and drifts
seeping, creeping toward the root.
I step onto the sun-warmed sod
from permafrosted shade.
I sink, a subject to the laws
of gravity and change.
My hand splays out- an open prayer
Strikingly unafraid
Beginning overdue repair
of a pocked and broken faith
Tongues probe between my fingers
holding my impression
Time pauses, breathes, and lingers,
then slowly takes possession
Sucking, squelching, we dehisce.
On cracked and drying knuckles
The breeze plants an itching kiss
I leave you with my mark and fossil.
______________________________________
Original:
A leaf is pinned to the stream bed
forced flat by Winter’s raw
and wrathful storms now weeping, fed
as drops into the thaw.
Change is mess and dirt and grit
but soft and molded too
For novel needs it shifts and drifts
Seeping, creeping toward the root.
Dripping, sticking, sweetening sap
Sweating from hearts of trees
They will also bleed
From wounds gathered from the frost and freeze
I step beneath the open sky
I sink, displacing gravity
Bearing all of which is mine-
Spring cleaning of a cavity.
I reach out in acknowledgement
To touch the seeping earth
The loss of life ferments
And allows for a new birth.
Tongues probe between my fingers
I hold a hand that lingers
As I make an impression
Holding possession
Of that which does not exist.
The breeze dries my knuckles
And there, cracks an itching kiss
I leave you with my mark and fossil.
With love,
The Earth’s apostle
A leaf is pinned to the stream bed
forced flat by Winter’s raw
and wrathful storms now fed
drop by drop into the thaw
Dripping, sticking, sweetening sap
Sweating from hearts of trees
They also bleed from their wounds racked,
exposed by frost and freeze
Change is muck and dirt and grit,
but soft and molded too
For novel needs it shifts and drifts
seeping, creeping toward the root.
I step onto the sun-warmed sod
from permafrosted shade.
I sink, a subject to the laws
of gravity and change.
My hand splays out- an open prayer
Strikingly unafraid
Beginning overdue repair
of a pocked and broken faith
Tongues probe between my fingers
holding my impression
Time pauses, breathes, and lingers,
then slowly takes possession
Sucking, squelching, we dehisce.
On cracked and drying knuckles
The breeze plants an itching kiss
I leave you with my mark and fossil.
______________________________________
Original:
A leaf is pinned to the stream bed
forced flat by Winter’s raw
and wrathful storms now weeping, fed
as drops into the thaw.
Change is mess and dirt and grit
but soft and molded too
For novel needs it shifts and drifts
Seeping, creeping toward the root.
Dripping, sticking, sweetening sap
Sweating from hearts of trees
They will also bleed
From wounds gathered from the frost and freeze
I step beneath the open sky
I sink, displacing gravity
Bearing all of which is mine-
Spring cleaning of a cavity.
I reach out in acknowledgement
To touch the seeping earth
The loss of life ferments
And allows for a new birth.
Tongues probe between my fingers
I hold a hand that lingers
As I make an impression
Holding possession
Of that which does not exist.
The breeze dries my knuckles
And there, cracks an itching kiss
I leave you with my mark and fossil.
With love,
The Earth’s apostle