daughter

Image: A Musin Yohan, via Magpie Tales

trouble overhead

something weighing

heavy

on the mind

i rise

obedient

under a vengeful brow

pulling up my heels

Raising my voice!

i go
back
to my roots

wielding my habits of comfort

i walk the way

of my mother

singing psalms

soothing the sky

Rene~ June 2013

For all of my sisters

There was a haunting beauty behind her eyes, beyond her sorrow, a beauty that found its way into one’s heart and led them home.

they say animals hear it first the low, throaty exhale of danger tsunamis, hurricanes and the devil you better know under your bed

i can’t catch up with the breakneck blur of the birds in the backwoods

Not The Rockefellers