Being Here

waning

waning

Poetry

Poetry

waning

Poetry

By adrienne maree brown, 2019-02-03

slowly i collapse

lose light lose warmth

forget everything i ever knew about bright

it is time again to know nothing

to be still and silent

to wait and wonder

to notice exactly what i need so completely

that it pulls me through shadow

pulls me through the cold of my own isolation

back, slower than a dream

faster than a season

i hear everyone whispering:

plant everything now

plant love the shape of gods

the handprints of children allowed to say no

plant quiet contemplation of miracles

the ripple of orgasmic awe

plant the undulation, the pulse, the fusion

plant even the idea of a wave

and let the ocean flood you by morning

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