Blind breakers-up of death and murky outcomes, you bring us, deep, a world of in-between, humility, a channel of pure feeling. You are the alveoli of the earth. Whatever enters you must come out changed.
Unasked, you do what nothing else could do. Soft intestines, after lightning strikes, continuously burying the light to let it rise as lilies, bamboo, ferns.
Because in her neck of Florida, she wasn’t raised / on tornado drills or water moccasins / but instead on hurricane precaution / and how to kill coral snakes.
