r/OCPoetry•4 yr. ago

Capricorn

Workshop

Capricorn

The ground is all that’s left for me.

No dream of flight carries my nights.

I hold my map between my eyelashes.

Each morning its sky enters me

and I make my way through the crowds.

I gamble off my sleep. I rise to the surface of my face

when I speak to strangers, then I wander without reasons

into the asylum of the trees, rooted to this earth

whose belly clutches at my ankles.

I fall in order to stay faithful to the light,

in order to recall the mountain’s jagged hardness,

its sheer sides that shelter my shadow’s memories

which I carry with me like household gods

in this land that won’t remember me,

that offers joy and pain and asks

for nothing else but my cold body

once I’m through.

Posted Jul 30, 2022, 4:54 PM UTC