serpent coiled
deep beneath me roiling I hear your hiss no more tell me what do you know that I don’t what do you know that I don’t what is in my home that I don’t know when I go home what will I find that I don’t know? The dead there all the clay pit holes you coiled around something not hope no that is gone. a single star in the dark sky spark gold at the core what do you hoard when I go down there to look you in the eye gold I am terrified you could destroy it all You tell me nothing just hiss and I am terrified you could destroy everything and I love you anyway I love you because I am here I want to look at you. and tell you this and feel the shatter split scatter dissolve will I…? re-member these roiling demons underneath me no they are not underneath they are within me on this hill, this ridge between smells like home but different this vault of sky above me earth beneath I, within listening for the sussuruss the utterances, your sibilances grist the sound of spirit houseless and ground to dust motes and float we must the body remembers the mill grinds the soul unshucked four wheels carrying me a chariot for the waking dreamer’s ashes travelling crushed This here this edge Wurundjeri Boonwurrung Kulin You are here this is your country and I hear your spirit in every sound your voice elders, ancestors you are All ancestors I know this ocean sing to me and I will sing back thank you Comments are closed.
|
J.L.Walsh~ yearning and wonder ~ archives
March 2020
|