hold your breath—
gaea breathes shallowly.
it sounds like dirt cracking and falling into your ear
kicked up dust and tumbleweeds
it sounds like a desolation, empty earth splitting apart with a yawning hunger
drought and famine
punishing desert, running a fever
diaphragm hitting the roof of its confines, a sky too big and not big enough
the ground beneath our feet trembles and shifts,
an aching, whining groan of tectonic plates resonates deep under inside the heart of her
shifting like pieces of a broken vase
all the parts and no one in the world to put her back together
the sky, unmoored and unstable, folding inwards on top of us, crumpling
too close to heaven, not close enough
loved the sky too much at once
grew too heavy with it, bloated from the water and the dust, and fell
fell too many times to count
still made my way out the ground
into the sky, as cloud, as rain again
the earth is mostly water, we are mostly water
after we die, do we mourn at the grave
for the body or for the rain?
grief that never allows us to return to a before
only to move forward, and with time, learn how to live with the space
the space fit between our words and eyes and the earth
and the sky
the quiet of grave dirt and petrichor.
of a mourning earth and sky above, of the rain that wept with us and for us.
I just joined the community and wanted to get some of my writing on here before I decide if I want to do the competition or not. Here's a piece from a few months ago that I kind of lost inspiration for, but still like. Would love any comments, ideas, suggestions, etc.