Sep 15 | Retreat (Poem)

crack me open

blood flows green

like a butterfly’s

like a cactus

 

holding all the secret wet within

the sweat like sap

 

carves channels into weary flesh

salty falls burning off city fumes

and lights drowning

in jade depths unseen

 

skin cracked like bark, gleefully shed

skin purple with the weight of “good morning”

“i’d like tea”

“i have a meeting”

“that sounds frustrating”

 

popped like a bubble

floating over a lake

one soapy droplet tumbling through emerald air

 

glad to add itself

to a mass of nothing in particular

(only the source of life itself)

glad to lose itself

and return to a forgotten first

 

before silence was understood

as a deficit

 

before basking in being was understood

as burden

 

before “bigger is better”

 

when everything was new

and unclaimed

 

unashamed

 

and enough