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Kilano Saddler
Poems
Sep 2018
A Zenith Love Letter
Maybe I’m the paradox, a reality defying kind of ephemeral, something who stands before but beyond window view.
That’s why you can’t grasp me, I’m more phantom than logic, more feeling than reason, and I think it’s fair assessment
upon my desire to remain rooted. So impossibly the oak stands resolute, a fixture in the howling hurricane, beheld
to the wind, the debris, and the weeping. I have had time to adapt, to grow, to find alternatives, and I stay among concrete
and fettered notions. The truth is, I can wither and curl, or strain to break my hold upon the earth and walk until my last leaf falls.
But what am I without the wind in my branches, and the shade above my roots? What am I without the song you gift me
and the growth you’ve supplied? How dare I entertain an idea of a lack of you when I hold you so dear? Storms shake trees,
but that means nothing when your sun shines– that means nothing for all the good you’ve birthed, even if you can’t fathom
how my limbs reach toward you still.
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Kilano Saddler
29/Transfeminine/Southeast USA
(29/Transfeminine/Southeast USA)
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