if you pick berries in the desert

if you pick berries in the desert                        June 18, 2016
my muddy water shoes
on the shelf with the plants
i packed my strawberries today
for how can i move away
from these roots that tangle
my ankles like shackles?

how do i move
if i am your home?
do you know i am the muck
of irrigation water in clay?
do you know i am the shoes
weighed down with earth so heavy
they can never be walked in?

do not walk on the banks of my river
nor drink from my hidden source
i am not to be consumed by man

give me your seed
give me your labor
give me your attention

do you know how to plant
a crop of children?

i am the wild river
wild and unconstrained.
i am the canal
dug to water the berries
i am the berries
tart and undomesticated
i am the vines
trained to nurture

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About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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