The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.
— Langston Hughes, “Suicide’s Note”
The trees say please
be part of the forest
your breath can be the breeze
that whistles within us
The poles chant their magnetism
frost encircles the question
is the northern light-prism
benevolent or begrudging?
The oceans, and their reams,
swirling mouths of mother,
beckon me to the streams
to flow with the aching water
Mother asks me where will I go
and what tracks will I leave?
If my answer is nowhere and
none at all,
what will my identity be?
This poem has been published at Free Verse Revolution in the Issue VIII: Guinevere (rebirth). Click here to view the issue and read all the other great contributors in this magazine!
