Crumble

SOC Writing _ 30.9.21

Crumble

Like cake, like the ashes of bread you put in your mouth – drawn from the dirt, the dead and decaying comes life from what was alive – in the mists of time has now gone and another gowns in its place – the forest has made space for you glorious one – to reach up into the light left open by the old giant fallen – by the vestige of your old life – laid fallen - you pick up your girders and run through air and the columns of light to the forest canopy - there spread your arms wide – collect the full array of power from the sun – beaming now you grow your young in the quiet of the understory – in the dark as they wait their time in service to you – watching you ever more – taking in the scent letters from your pores. You move through me like water, stirring up the dirt at the bottom – showing me the darkness so I can feel it – not hate it but all the same I am turning – turning myself to places I’d rather not go – grow into a place of nothing – so that I only have the air to feed on – know not what to eat – can fast for an eternity on the simple, subtle energy emanating from your force field – far across the paddocks to where I first watched the sun set with you – knowing then as I know now – I’m game, I’m in – I’m read for your challenge and to be happy for once – in your love and loyalty of me – and wait now, wait for your return even as I beaver like a creature building a home for my young – beaver to make real my imaginal world – be about my task, so that you coming home, princess see me happily and gainfully involved in the life I must live – the joys of mixing our two very different lives.