from new moon in virgo yesterday. self, magnolia (over the eye), and the river. also, a poem for you,
…
I.
i lay down
on a fallen tree
to write this
/
when supported by tree
spine clicks subtly a thousand times
the mother readjusts all misalignment
/
back of heart massaged
i cry because i feel
magnetism, her deep roots
/
deep roots, tinted pale lavendar
do you see the undertones?
the visible or invisible
/
this body cries for nature
like a child
for the breast
/
i press pubic bone against hard bark
thick utpala roots like the snake
turning from ebony to the twilight
/
then, a different sky
which is neither light
nor dark
/
lI.
mahogany palace, gushing
pelvic floor contracts and expands
sun rise at the navel; see impersonal fire
/
mugwort burns through blouse
a circle
around the plexus …
/
around and around
/
was it an accident?
/
an emerald vine grows up to the heart space
growing up … i whisper to mother:
i have to grow up. it is firm and true,
/
bittersweet
/
medicine
take the medicine
/
III.
i walk on the ground
quietly and wonder
how many layers?
/
on all fours,
many palms press against rock
i am grateful
/
for the things i used to take for granted
/
i visualize the river
inside at the pelvis
and also the internal forest
/
i bleed during the new moon
/
harmonious cycles
around, around
/
when you say
“when will you learn?”
is your tongue a scalpel?
/
how is it that you speak to yourself?