Today’s poem for NaPoWriMo
Today’s poem for NaPoWriMo.
Birthdays are, for me, remembering mothers. They are the star of the day, are they not? Going through that climactic episode after 9 months of carrying and carrying and more carrying. I have a cousin who every year travels to spend his birthday with his mother. He said, she is the reason he has a birthday, so she’s the best person to celebrate it with. I agree.
The dry earth coughs up dust storms
While cattle scratch at the brownness,
Their tongues having forgotten
The sweetness of green grass.
But the sky is closed up like
a heart that has borne much pain,
And the clouds hold back the rain
As though in just retribution.
Would it be that the mewling of
slaughtered beasts and the gasps
of dying fish rose up from the earth
in pangs of collective wailing?
It could be that the heavens have
a thousand ears and a million eyes?
Maybe Nature communes with itself
In a language we have stopped hearing.
Australia has been experiencing drought for 6 years in a row. Cattle are dying and farmers are committing suicide.
I wake up to dancing dappled sunlight.
The sky has forgotten
last night’s thunderstorm.
But not the mother bird
whose nest has fallen.
Yet seeds will sprout at that spot
among the knitted twigs
and broken egg shells.
Life moves from form to form.
I only need to sit back and
watch the play of illusions.
Like the playful sunbeams
dancing gaily on my face.
I lost my grip on reality
and welcomed insanity.
saw me and said,
I showed up.
Wipe you tears
and be silent.
I said, O Love
I am frightened,
but it’s not you.
Love said to me,
there is nothing that is not me.
I will whisper secrets in your ear
just nod yes
and be silent.