We The Breeders
Poetry prompt: power of an opening question
From a lofty countertop came your unprovoked question,
‘Why would anyone bring life into a world bound for devastation?’
Because we the breeders — seekers of immortality — I — the master collector of wants — wish it to be — with my exact eyes, only smaller, and our exact hair, only lighter, with smile infectious as the mother’s, and it’s power to infect the unsuspecting other — as I — grown lovesick diseased on fervid want for you — made up of a need — to do it better
from the very beginning of bedded roots, that nature declares must surface – with all the possibility to be an orange tree – or an umbrella pine – or who knows, even the ruddy white oak – but people are not trees
stricken by a lack of ambition – they do not dig their feet in the sand and proclaim ‘come fire or high water, this is where I stand’ — this I hope, my children will acknowledge and understand —
and acknowledge the gifts inherited from their thankless heirs — the untamed hills and their untamed beasts, and acknowledge the sleepy dew-soaked forests and its people and creatures — and if there is only ocean
acknowledge her too, for she is your sister and mother and we were all raised there — then acknowledge the wind so…
