I am reminded that;
Somewhere, I am lying in the tall grass
in the morning sun, watching the ladybugs
trek across my fingers and flit away
The trees sway overhead, bare knees, bare feet
I haven’t cried in years, someone calls my name,
Someone calls my name and it is a brand new word—the birds sing it back
the rocks cry out,
On a soft heart, it lands
Would I rise up from among the daisies, the wild
Seashines and morningbeams, fly across the fields thick with everlilies
Shins ictarine, taken from the wings on a flock of bees
I go to taste the stars beneath his arm
Once upon a time I dreamt of being my Father’s
daughter, turned into the night and thought of his love—
what a dim thought that was,
Now I breathe in blue river stone
He answers every question and
I lean in
Someone calls my name
Someone calls my name
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 9:38 AM UTC
I am reminded that;
Somewhere, I am lying in the tall grass
in the morning sun, watching the ladybugs
trek across my fingers and flit away
The trees sway overhead, bare knees, bare feet
I haven’t cried in years, someone calls my name,
Someone calls my name and it is a brand new word—the birds sing it back
the rocks cry out,
On a soft heart, it lands
Would I rise up from among the daisies, the wild
Seashines and morningbeams, fly across the fields thick with everlilies
Shins ictarine, taken from the wings on a flock of bees
I go to taste the stars beneath his arm
Once upon a time I dreamt of being my Father’s
daughter, turned into the night and thought of his love—
what a dim thought that was,
Now I breathe in blue river stone
He answers every question and
I lean in
Someone calls my name
Someone calls my name
(C) Brooke Otto 2026
