Ripened To Nature's Embrace | A Poem

 

Wading through the reeds lodged there in the middle of the Avon highway,

I listen to the delicate trickle of water through the drain pipe running beneath the road. The sound threatens morbid evocation 

I feel my boots grip the clay sludge rendering me temporarily immobilized

The trees shift and groan around me as thousands of whispers molding themselves together into trepid lullaby song. The Earth breathes, arching its back beneath me - pulling me down to its muddied slumber

I toy with cold steel against my dried lips. My mind betrays my cognitive Oedipus longing for you…nature

I am onion wrapped in Orange Peel Fresh and vile. Wash my skin clean in your summer rains. Devour my flesh with your words- twisting and churning about me like a million voracious worms tilling your soil. 

Baptize me in water lilies and bleach my bones on the side of your aeolian dunes. My heart lies subdued in the gathering dark at your sunset.

Tell me, what am I missing? I could leave my soul dripping from molded rafters but I like to think there's something more to the days to come.

Nature cradling, nurturing. I don't want this Earth to swallow me knowing I could've given more. I don't want to go screaming at the moon vacant half truths. I'm not doing it right. 

Something is growing within me, and I do not want to see it ripen to the point of rotted potential. One day I'll rip from my chest the finest piece of me 

And maybe then it will be something more than 

 just 

     a 

      whispered

          Lie