Out of our periphery, we’ve long existed.
Longing for something we both possess innately.
Our songs are the jewels in our lotus blossoms.
Tall and Short.
Fragrant and Muddy.
For the sake of intimacy and nostalgia,
yet also disdainful of my incapableness to be right here,
I salute you and sing, “Lilac Wine”
A sandstorm’s moved in and it’s in my ears and eyebrows.
I climbed an ant hill of ages today and poured it out of my shoes.
Little rainbows if you look just right and up close.
I found a way to think like a bear and like a mountain.
A shadowy cloud of snow beckons and the grains are still pelting my memory.
I don’t miss home. I’m here again.
#npm15 (National Poetry Month, 2015)
anita lorraine moore 