I come from mountains
so close I can taste them.
I come from the valley
in between that swallows me.
I come from rock cliffs
that my nose bumps against,
walls that get closer and closer.
I come from hills of ideas rising.
I come from the exclamation
points of trees in a forest of words.
4 comments:
i really like "the exclamation points of trees in a forest of words." You give such a strong sense of place in this poem.
I like this, so evocative.
"exclamation points of trees in a forest of words..." Marvelous!
You are a creature of the earth then. :)
Post a Comment