the music of my splintering bones

Transcribing poems #2
2 weeks ago

welcome home, little one.
you take me into your arms of green,
thick sea of cicada song

but mother of blood, i feel so lost.
the ground still shakes under my feet,
and though the courting
of this animal suit I wear
is going well,
my hips gently teased into song -

my nose is still in the thick powder of black.
i blink and squint,
but I see nothing beyond this breath.
no fresh impulse taking me anywhere,
the dawn only a trick of the light.

mother of blood
i’ve heard my tongue recall
the one million miracles that paved that life,
and still
you send me more but
they don’t make my heart dance with fierce courage.

blessed be,
i can make love again,
that panther is purring in a pool of sun,

but i feel as if i might just forget to breathe
just disappear in a sigh

my dreams play the music of my splintering bones,
i fall down the crevasse and
with the thud of every impact
i split, snap.

i am daunted by the immensity
of the days,
like hauntingly empty mansions
i have to wander through.
i am still hanging only by a thread,
a distracted act of will.

15 buckets of creek water,
firewood, flat stones,
scour off the twigs,
light the bath.

Please,
take into your warmth
my fragments.

allow me to see
the glint of gold
at the bottom.

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