Trauma

Where can we hide beloved?
We are the earth children
Our thoughts dig deep into the green
And roots tug at failing memories
We are the raging river
Eating through muddy yards
Like deserting soldiers

The rain is a mirage
Seeking shelter in doubt
Weaving memory and belief
Into potent mixtures
To curb your thoughts
Like barren women

Let me go back
To the parched fields
Aching for blue drops of the earth

I will flood the land
With doubt ;weave memories
Into garments of hope
With my taut hands

Let me cry beloved
The sky yearns for sleep
In my old eyes