god, it’s this banging
the trodden are down on their heads and are spinning
and their spindly arms are touching the spout of where the sun should be
they are clamoring up on their tip toes and shouting
like bunions on my feet are like the road smelling sweet
what a treat to hear and to eat meet and to feel beat
like it’s nothing to know no one and to feel the nothing I’ve known all along
what was the air like in December morning
in the winters and evening sun and summers you took me and kissed my flowering mouth
like a soft petal of rain in the ornery bushes?
what is the name of my gods?
they are changing
what is the name of my god, for Pete’s sake?
you churn butter and you tore the street apart but you never listen to me when i speak,
I am just lifting my arms and my spindly legs and I am crawling out of the earth whispering like a madman
you don’t need to call me that
you can just call me mother or darling
or kiss me like you did when the world was new and we had nothing to do and I was only three (or was I two?)
and you saw the stars as they shone through
and we were too young to know why I wasn’t me and you weren’t you
we were just satisfied to be fully ourselves
but the knob on the door was mine always
and I knew that love was never just around the corner.
Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry