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floating on Huron

by piyush
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2 weeks ago
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today, i saw two dragonflies make love on the edge of my kayak. i also saw a blue heron take flight briefly after we made eye contact, as if it were waiting for me to arrive. i can smell the earth under my fingernails. what a gift to be able to smell the earth under my fingernails. i saw two slender necks emerging from the water. two white swans. lovers, perhaps. much like we used to be. perhaps, still are. i told the river what you did. and the blue jay that wakes me up in the morning. i heard cries of war from the geese protecting their dominion. i inhaled nurture. how do i keep forgetting the sweet alchemy of the living, breathing world around me? when i tumbled down the cascades, my heart paced like it used to when i made eye contact with you. so unsuspecting. so innocuous. so unholy. the electricity in my spine when our lips touched, now reveals itself as a night sky filled with lightning bugs. circles & cycles. you broke me into surrender. how can i begrudge your leaving when it gave me new life? these words find me again & again & again. now i am the rattler of cages. i am lover, beloved & muse. i am lantern & lighthouse. i am moss & magic. i see the geometry of my grief. i see the waves that love makes & how they ripple out, crashing against the shores of the manifest. i let the hard shell of my yearning dissolve into soft kisses my own lips leave on my scars now. the euphoria of this breath is my anchor now. you may haunt my memory indefinitely, but i inhabit the island of my own heart now. it is time to soar. my forehead is painted with the ashes of my own burning & i can feel the tailwind on my back. an unbecoming, becoming. what now?


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Anonymous
writing that takes your breath away 😮‍💨 also the flow of this is so good
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