Hammer in my right hand a bunch of
nails in the left
green vines bending towards my legs
I'm here
with all I have

I kneel down on the
cool muddy surface
caress
with decided clarity
the soil
the earth

I do belong

what is love, what hate
what is a fifth grader picking up
a dead bird
what is your hand moving
to touch a bluebell flower
without a second thought
what your heart
in your word
what is love
what hate
how much weighs
your statement
in this cold winter air
how much
your warm breath

At the edge of your perception borders
the image of
a fuzzy silhouette a figure
zigzagging through
tundra snow
in quiet speed -
a mental movement
reaches you
covered in still ice crystals -
a reminder
of just how far
feels close to you

You might not believe it,
Love,
but this is winter
leaving
even if it feels like
you're right
in the middle of it

Stay true to Yourself no matter
If everyone else
suddenly breaks their promise
of self-respect and care -
You are your own comfort

❤️

Nothing but a silk dress on,
a Night full of cellular stress
comes to an end -
nothing in the way
of your breathing