We almost touched
Side by side on the sofa
That sank towards the middle
And the electricity
Of the almost touching
Had nowhere to earth
blew the tv
And we jumped back away from each other
Laughing
Tag: writing
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In that small moment
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Succulent
I feel the constant vibrations of your world around me,
all day, sharp juddering against my smooth flesh,
In this pot,
I am adrift.
Still, I feel the connections of my kin,
grown, growing,
dying and dead,
seed and shoot,
far and near.
Even though round me is barren,
I have this small fertile pool,
I can put forth memories of my future,
even that might not be,
if there is not enough space for them here,
I take this as I take a stone
in the earth,
where my roots feel out,
One way,
the other,
no matter.
I express myself through the air,
parting molecules with my firm, juicy, chaotically uniform shapes,
I jut out in pairs from my core,
I express ever outward,
I need for nothing but emergence,
I exist only to jam song form through the air,
as my secret roots bind me. -
Crow
My kind have been here sometime
since before you created these tall tall places to stand
And dug new veins into earth
Before the world got loud with your ruckus
We stand on these new tall places
Taller than any trees we had seen before
And watch you
These new places are unmoving
They don t talk to us like the trees do
They don t shiver at our touch
There is only cold hardness when our claws touch
The scraps you throw us are welcome change
from the carrion we usually feed on
We appreciate the closeness and attention you show us
But you look askance or laugh when we try to talk to you
I hop close to look at you
one eye at a time
We have much to tell you
Words
Tellings from the time before
And the time after
We have words for you
If only you would remember
how to listen.