Saturday, February 8, 2014


We’re growing children of life. 
With silly pranks on the tips of our 
elongating fingers
and crocodile tears
In big eyes that our faces have still to match. 

You are a ray of sunshine and a beam of moonbright
I am a glittering waft of perfume that blows through
you like a summertime song. 

We’ve loved with hearts that are growing into love
and taken and given and hidden and sought. 
But honey cannot be turned into 
the bitterness of neem. 

I cannot carry hate in my heart 
Or anger in the trembling of my neck
Right under my ears 
In the back, 
Where my eyes are not. 

For we look towards tomorrows. 
And we are children that must know happiness 
It is what has built our bodies
And it is the food we give our hearts. 

I am a growing child. I am feeling things
for the first time. 
I am also a spring that surprises you on a walk
To a mountain 
that is aflame with the rising sun
And flows and bends and knows
That mountains can be carved. 

I learn from my heart. 

Let us be the bees and flowers who kiss
And grow and spread
And live through one another.
We are young and there is time
to take root in an orchard 
Where we will find the trees we want to take root by
When we learn how to share the sunlight. 

Let us be the bees and flowers who are friends
And carry love with us
For it is not physics
(Who was once a man to me) 
And is allowed 

To make our burdens lighter.  

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