stones

i am in no way
your mother, not the worlds
not my neighbors, not
yours

i have gathered a mother's
words, combed the
hair of
another's daughter, have wiped
filth and
weeping from her son's
hands - from his swollen wet face

i face you, i see
you - i can not be what
the world asks, i can
not see its vision
advertised in
labored lies,  in its portrait of fallen
faith

speak to me, calm me
convince me
into your belief of something otherwise
i am tired, i
i have already eaten
of mother, i
have given too... my milk warm, soft and
warm

World!  World Make ME
believe in this nurture - in this Love, in a loving above
all that is natural, all that is spinning on this
cyclically chaotic
sphere - crossed,
condemned

i step quiet now
cautious now
on stones silent - once thrown - i now collect
relics of dead gods
i am not their mother, i am
only part of this
whole and
you, and remember i

too had a dream

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012


posted for d'Verse Open link night.