Unwrapping Roots - A Poem
Updated: Apr 2
How do we explain the purity of this
And this
And this.
A more tender way of being in this world.
A gentler way to touch ground.
Like the tiny feet of a delicate bird on concrete
Simply tapping at life layers
Step by Step
Crumb by Crumb
Not pushing, not forcing
So discrete and unassuming
Peeling and unwrapping
Petal by petal
Thorn by Thorn
Stem by Stem
Root by Root.
The world seen in snippets of visions
Or heard in a cyclone of sounds.
Only we rock your peaceful consciousness,
It's us disturbing your gentle souls.
Who can you listen to?
When can you see clearly?
Word's aren't kind or noble
When you're feeling fear,
Smelling un-love
Breathing in false pretenses,
Deflecting heartless attention,
And holding onto....thin air.
Perhaps your separation is a blessing
Living life amongst the roots
Enriching us silently
Nourishing the tree we do not tend to
Thinking your lives are our thorns.
When, you are our stability.
Our safe harbor, not our storm.
Our rocks, our foundations.
Not our uneven ground,
And Never our drought.
If only everyone looked for you.
All they have to do is see the stars.
See.
You.
The purity of that and this
Allow a little of your rain
To refresh a void and an emptiness.
We should follow your footsteps
Because gently, quietly, mightily,
You walk ahead
Oh Roots of our dignity.
