Eco-Somatics: A Poem
How does it feel
To be seen when you breathe?
To breathe?
Are you afraid to be seen?
Why might that be?
Who are you
Beyond or beneath your productivity?
How might you interact with me
When there are no expectations?
Do you love me the same?
How does it feel to see?
How do you play?
Do you swing?
Run?
Do you still need to pray?
What happens when we fight?
Do you know I still won’t leave?
I’ll still share my seeds:
Herbs.
Green beans.
When you come back around,
Do you see me differently now?
When you come back around,
I’ll meet you down low to the ground.
Where Mama holds me tight
And the moon allows us to be seen,
Even at night.
