Map Making
When the storms roll in
they command me to write.
Thunder cries low in the sky:
Write.
Slices of lightning and high winds drape the landscape —
the scene set to:
Write.
Rain mocks the boundary between the earth and the heavens:
Words
Expand.
They shudder and shiver and bloom.
Write
as if, in a universe various to our own (they exist, let’s be real)
language did not collapse on the tongue
it was not imprisoned and desiccated
like a tree starved for nourishment
Histories Starved for Telling
When it comes
the storm draws out of me the death that I’m dying
everyday
in that
I wake up and fill the prescription and wash it down my throat and the words go with it and I can’t digest them because I don’t know what they are and no one ever told me because their was no one left to name the graves.
So I die a little everyday,
tragically disemboweled of so many stories.
Knowing that
is a surrender
I submit to the storm
the pain
the grief
the inheritance of violence
that I can’t even tell you about because I don’t have the language for that story
but I surrender to it anyway
and
come
out
the
other
side
alive
I am the monster
I am the mess
I am unexpected
and full of rage
and full of the ghosts of wor(l]ds that contain too much
i am uncovered
utterly powerless and weary
I’ve taken shelter here before, in the storm
with its unchartable depths and
unknowable somethings
and it takes me in again and again
and my death and my little dying
and i hold onto
the words
that have blossomed
here
Evocative! I can feel the storm inside of and outside of you. Beautiful. This is Dad. Mom says, this poem spoke to her. These feelings in her heart that have no name no words seem to be in your poem. Your brilliance is a balm for our souls in this crazy time. We love you.
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I love you and am so grateful that you both make the time to engage with my work!
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I love this poem! It’s a great reflection of that feeling of losing words and stories… that horrible feeling. Thanks so much for sharing it! I gave you a follow on WordPress and look forward to your other work.
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Thank you so much, Laura, I really appreciate the feedback.
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