these words need to flow east

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these words need to flow east of my atlantic
to where it ends, & then further still.
this is no pond to skip stones over
casually, theoretically, virtually
& although i just broke 3 rules
of modern poetry,
physics & geography
will not fade or consent to crumble
between fingers
when i ignore them.

we bend & flow
to match the curve of the world
between us in this yearning,
but these are hard things
pulled from lightning & clay;
the truth inside stones
echoed in bone & spirit.

in the seconds i hear you
intimate across continental plates & ocean
lives separated by hours
make time a light thing,
an origami bird we fold & fold again
until it flies easily between us,
though the stars we trade whispers beneath
are my sun & your constellations.

where do cassava & sunflowers,
corn and wheat, savanna
& wooded valleys grow together,

though even the stones under our feet
might will it, they hold us separate
in their very holding together

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42 thoughts on “these words need to flow east

  1. Engagingly different, I especially like ‘we bend & flow / to match the curve of the world’ and ‘the truth inside stones / echoed in bone & spirit’ ~ these phrases evoke for me the essence of poetry.

  2. “an origami bird we fold & fold again
    until it flies easily between us”
    my favorite line in this wonderful well written piece Susan. Sigh.. love love love your woven words my friend. Envious of your skill but thankful for the gifts I get to read everyday

  3. .. though even the stones under our feet / might will it, they hold us separate / in their very holding together – Exactly true of being group bound and afraid to bridge cultures.

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