The Unfolding Earth
Wind attracts wind,
sound comes along,
with seeds and a different dirt,
as the sea drags anything loose,
plants it where it has never belonged,
strange slate, a plant desperate for land.
Life wants itself. Will pay any price.
Are we the only species that mulls the past
incessently, invest futures of jewels and virgins,
of heavenly hosts singing
beyond this land under our terrible feet?
We’re dying to get there, love.
::
Wind
and
the sea
desperate for land
Will
incessently invest jewels and
heavenly singing
, love
;;
land
incessantly
singing
love
Marilyn McCabe‘s work has garnered her an Orlando Prize from A Room of Her Own, the Hilary Tham Capital Collection contest award from The Word Works resulting in publication of her book of poems Perpetual Motion, and two artist grants from the New York State Council on the Arts. Her second book of poems, Glass Factory, was published in 2016. Her poems and videopoetry have been published in a variety of print and online literary magazines. She blogs about writing and reading at Owrite:marilynonaroll.wordpress.com.
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