Know the mud slippery and cold
between your toes rolling toward
the hard shore reaching out
to meet you to welcome you home
to receive the pale chalk of your bones
when at last you find yourself sliding
gently back the murky water closing
fast and sure over your head and
know that the earth will remember
where you walked will cherish
the traces you left behind
the small round stones kicked aside
or stacked just so
the flowers carefully chosen and
planted where every morning the sun
might kiss them tenderly and say
I am so happy that you are here at last
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: MaxPixel
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ann :)
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