
gentle observations of
the natural human condition
KSAGE POETRY

at gods garage
summer strums in
on a strong wind
and Samia’s hair
becomes like the river
soft foam
silver ripples
being carried
to the black shallows
of the sea
Samia’s singing
pierces the wind
weaving between
the deeply bowing trees
at her feet
is a patchwork of picnic blankets
like a thick web of mycelium
women sitting
women listening
these are the women
who raised me
this stand of sisters
these are the women
who raised me
by staying rooted
in their own being
the kinship
softens the surface tension
that has gripped my body
a tangible vulnerability
shudders through me
like a seed cracking
by the pressure of soil and rain
finally
I am rising up out of
the dense debris of grief
so much loss
more emptiness
than a heart can contain
emerging tender
a slight sapling
in the refuge
of ancient trees
these are the women
who raised me
by rising out
of unseen resistance
these are the women
who raised me
by rising up
again and again
life gives
life takes away
these sisters surrounding me
are unwavering
eyes on Samia’s serenade
I breathe in —
this shelter
this sanctuary
stirring a forgotten memory
exaltation —
this
this is why trees need forests
nothing
nothing
stands
on its own
2024 | kSage