Sun Kissed Hope
I’m cut off from your warmth
But you still reach me
As if lost in a bittersweet caress
A memory that haunts and comforts
Just as I breathe in the winged songs
My peace is shattered
The hum of metal beasts drown out the softness of earth
Enough rhythm to coax slumber
But enough to allow rest?
Tiny breathes zip in and out of my companion
A trophy of conquered sound
Perhaps sleep was won because she knows not Earth’s sorrow
How oil battles water
How steel battles wood
How stone crushed cements a barrier between us and earth
And yet
Each day she sings to the trees
Praises the leaves
And flies with the bird
Children listen to the Earth
And Speak for change
Because they have yet to forget their Mother
originally published at: http://orionmagazine.tumblr.com/post/85735046823/poetry-exchange-bill-diskin-pamela-mcclanahan-and