Grounded
Speak to me
in ways that I can understand,
like the whisper of paper skin
peeled off an onion,
or the tap tap
on the shed roof
of acorns falling in the wind
before a summer thunderstorm.
Don't go on
about stars and their signs,
the creases in my palm
or the way these planets align,
which means this thing or that.
You may as well switch off the stars;
unscrew the moon from the socket,
skim the reflection off the water,
roll it up,
and speak to me
like gravity will, to this stone
I've thrown above the pond -
I want to know you
like my fingers know the grain of wood,
the way these leaves know rain.
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Posted Jun 4, 2022, 9:23 PM UTC
This stanza and the next two are great. I loved how you evoked nature vs. how people interpret nature. Very moving.