And my hands clenched the big earth,
The sod too full of water, the grass so fresh,
I cried to the first man who passed by,
"I have traveled so far! I have loved so much!
My dear, my heart is yours, yours, yours,
I merely carry it while I live.
To dust we so return,
And if God made us for such a feat,
I will shake his hand and slap his face!
I will love you regardless!"
I was made for me, and I give this to you. Love is what you cannot help but give, as if the whole world was made to push you to do it. As if everything was in place, waiting for you to get here.
Under the laurels,
I planted my soul,
And I went into the world.
Someday I will climb back there,
Dispatched and over,
Or I will have one of my children fetch it.
And I will again speak to the sky for comfort,
And ask the plates about divorce,
I will be ready for their answers.
Slowly my track will become lighter,
And my bones hollower,
Until with the full laughter of my life,
Every Spring comes to bloom at once.