Soil to Sow
Written by Tara Rice
I sit here waiting to hear your clang
Religiously, though I can’t stand it
When the sermon starts, you’ll take my mind between your teeth
Assured that I won’t scream for release
You and I in a black and white photograph
Learning everything from the contrast
This will do as a place to lay my head
While we’re gathering the evidence
What makes you run?
And what are you running away from?
Don’t be frightened if you fall
The best soil to sow is at the bottom
A pause form the border grants me a breath
An interruption from this perpetual heat
But I collide with your wall of a phantom’s gasp
And I am feral again
What makes you run?
And what are you running away from?
Don’t be frightened if you fall
The best soil to sow is at the bottom
