substance

July 20, 2011 candacemorris 5 Comments

grounded
i've always been critical
doubting
heavy-handed
firmly-planted

growing
as i push through the terroir
from seed
to stalk
to color.

bloom-ed
petals desperately clinging
some floating
through the air
with unbearable
lightness.
airy
not sticking to anything
unsubstantial
flimsy
absurd
away
barely here, hardly there.
almost sober.

residing

in elsewhere places

(paris, california, atlanta, chicago, idaho, unborn)

with kin-folk who insist on coming
and going
as if they owned the right to their destiny.
hot arrogance.
they belong with me.
what unkind other unwound our paths?

my soul has stretch its wings
just as directed.

but now.
it's too taut.

i need it back.
come home.