s o m a
stream of consciousness
wildflowers r i s e
seeds i’ve s o w n
d r u n k on fields
i know i’ve known
d i r t clods {gripped}
talons g r o w
trip h o r i z o n s
{shrink}
then
g r o w
u n s p o o l i n g time
a b o v e
b e l o w
s p i r a l {in}
knots and w o e s
rope u n w i n d s
b r e a t h and f l o w
{contract} e x p a n d
r o o t s still know
weeds and b l o o m s
s h a p e the bones
life u n f o l d s
loam to g o l d
w a d i n g shallow
s k i m plateau
s p i r a l out
a f t e r g l o w
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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