Pressing into the Depths
of an old-growth oak grove on your search for virgin peat having naturally preemptively considered the human calcaneus poised on its subcutaneous fat pad (the sturdy lovechild as it were of evolution & bipedal ambulation); you go whole-soled knowing nature engenders no freaks & that the point of weight-bearing actually is to sink-spring to life your very own rooted upward mobility—to elapse your mossy quiet’s once upon a time into cantilevered boom to mushroom & split your bark like a seething green superhero (who leaves you in tatters) harden yourself new gnarls to gather lichens & ever after phosphoresce the midnight fog like a moonbeam striking your cast-off glass slipper
“Pressing into the Depths” was published in the November 2018 peaceCenterbooks anthology, The Larger Geometry: poems for peace, edited by d ellis phelps.
Ahhh (aughhhh?) … I have aged past “sink-spring to life your very own … upward mobility” and find intriguing lure in “harden yourself new gnarls to gather lichens”! Considering potential to one day “phosphoresce the midnight fog like a moonbeam” … maybe I’ll live that long …
(Delightfully tantalizing poem!)
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If truth be told, I’m probably shrinking a whole lot more than springing these days, too!
Thanks, Jazz! Your response to this one is delightful! 💖
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Reblogged this on O at the Edges and commented:
I love this poem!
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That’s because you’re awesome!
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Ha!
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