Read the land

Feet read the land

as toes curl

oozing mud

Eyes glaze the clouds

as hands furl,

sifting sand

Tongue tastes the words

birthplace names whirl

over my lips

Body bends to hills

rain clouds hurl

another storm

Landscapes written

as life unfurls

another test

Written on the lands of my birthplace, January 2021.


  1. It might be that your teeth
    touch dirt, that your tongue
    might hurt, that your body
    could cry out for a quick escape

    But when a writer shares a verse
    of the wide open landscape,
    their poem becomes water,
    and our thirst, slaked


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