A Poem in Search of Reconciliation
Reconciliation 1 I've dug a trench for myself. I've tied her up so that I can bend her over and bury her. I always thought that I would be a tree. Something both rooted and branching. Sun-soaked and shady. Some where people could find rest and peace and comfort. Where people could gather themselves up. I've dug a trench to bury my rooted self because she is out of place and out of season. Now I must learn how to be something with feet or paws or wings instead of roots. I must learn to roam and belong to wider spaces. Allow myself to be the unfamiliar silhouette drawing near that summons people into the moment in which they stand. I will travel with pockets full of seeds. 2 I walked with myself between two lakes. I walked with my self who had been burnt up. We looked at the painted turtles sunning themselves on the trunk of a fallen tree. Turtles sunning themselves both that terrible spring and in the warmth of my summer morning. I walked with my self who had seen the rib
