Earth Spirit
Text by Chiara
Image: James — “Foggy Morning By The Train Tracks”, black and white photograph
What am I
if not a ghost walking on borrowed time
in the misty morning light.
Maybe I should just vanish
like breathless smoke
in the clattering train cries.
Or maybe I could become an earth spirit,
his motherly mouth would engulf everything,
it would be anything.
Like water,
I would travel the world
caressing its mysteries, unresolved
souls waiting for a cause,
I would be their sword.
Like trees,
I would sing to the wind
songs of anguish and pleasure,
carrying the secret message
in languid swaying for good measure.
Like fire,
I would warm bodies entangled in love and sin,
dry every tear
and punish those who dare to command me,
no matter if they’re dear.
You see?
I could vanish in a breath
or I could expand in it.
Come along, now
near the train tracks
we will thrive and not only exist:
we will live.
