Tag: Mariel McSherry

Planting Seeds

Fall from my palms, then hit the dirt.

Sink beneath the soil, then begin to cry.

Don’t stop until you’ve given 

All of your tears, back to your mother, then

Let her hand them back to you, one by one, 

As you move through time.

Collect them like they’re diamonds.

Reabsorb them like they’ll take you home.

Make a sustained effort to understand them, and

When you have enough, begin to

Run towards the sun with everything you’ve got.

Until one thousand leaves sprout from your chest,

Until you’re sobbing fruit.

NOVUS Literary and Arts Journal
Lebanon, TN