papatūānuku

By | 1 September 2024

Now, I worship
an empress of
solitude / I do not
know
how to bloat
slow / feather
like bird-stunned
truths / river says
we are stories
furred with
pulse / dreaming
cinders / twinned
geographies
of breathing
hinterlands / earth holds
our wintered
hands / imagines
a life without
living / a love
without
losing / unstrings
the nerves of
now / but I loved you
a mountain
ago / & I loved
you,
body, an ocean
ago / a-
go: heart’s
tracery / a juddering
caesura / the goddess
still asleep
inside
herself, inside
our harvest of
gentleness,
singing:
we all turn
to mountain
sometime / we all turn
to throbbing
estuaries of
days—

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