365 Poems – 162 To Live (Rough First Draft)
Get council from the backwoods.
Fasten to the clot of life, it is one
of the things you can claim for your own.
Cradle your collapse when you collapse,
if you collapse. Embrace your savagery,
and dance, dance, dance with curiosity.
Lay aside quickly put together feelings,
and embrace those settled deep within your core,
the ones you have always known to be there,
but have always been to afraid to touch.
Swallow all neglect with cool water.
Unwrap the contents of your heart,
and lay them out on a cloth in front,
read them from left to right.
There is no need to reserve your exhaustion.
Curl and sleep and squeeze the earth
until it squeezes you back.
Cut holes in likeliness and live in tune
with the cycle of the moon. You are no
longer afraid of the dark. You dive straight
into it, and swim to the other side,
where there is a noticeable calm.
Question your palms, as you are
an expert on your healing.
Spit out the neglect you felt.
Spit out that need to piece everything
together. It will be a happy termination.
Forget about the circumstances
that made you clammy, that made you
want to grow talons, so you could keep
hold and not fall from that great height.
You have calm skin now.
Look how it has settled on your bones.