as if you were paper-thin

and side-on could disappear

or be lifted by the wind

up up until you were neither a speck nor a slither

away from us.


no you are solid as river rocks

the water rushes over

and like the rocks you do not know yourself

keeping secret your fears of airiness

the dream you had that you were transparent

the whispers around that had you lifted from the silty mud of us

had you racing away.


when the water has receded

your shiny seal grey exposed

we’ll dress you in daisies chained

plaited reeds

rub cherries on your dimpled cheeks


you will wake to see us

know that you were never air or tissue

not brittle glass


but always silted in

solid, rooted in our earth


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