in sommersaults' release
Posted: September 13th, 2010, 2:53 pm
Were I to rot and die
and dust return to dust,
I’d pray the sun might bleach my bones and earth reclaim its trust;
I’d pray the humus be a pillow for my skull
until my cranium dissolves
and earth of me is full--
and yet, perhaps I’d like
my ribs to stay a cage
and curve within like tumbleweeds among the prairie sage
and lighten in their weight and petrify as air--
a crystal form in gaseous state,
as fair as life is fair--
then that, the one-time home my heart enjoyed in peace,
might, till the resurrection, roam in somersaults’ release.
and dust return to dust,
I’d pray the sun might bleach my bones and earth reclaim its trust;
I’d pray the humus be a pillow for my skull
until my cranium dissolves
and earth of me is full--
and yet, perhaps I’d like
my ribs to stay a cage
and curve within like tumbleweeds among the prairie sage
and lighten in their weight and petrify as air--
a crystal form in gaseous state,
as fair as life is fair--
then that, the one-time home my heart enjoyed in peace,
might, till the resurrection, roam in somersaults’ release.
