Pangea (the husband)

Maybe we are the mountain .. allowing others to climb us, standing perched atop our shoulders .. maybe you are like me .. kind instead of brutal.. brutal at times when kindness doesn’t fit. I like the way you say it, when you’re brave enough to say it …you say it. .. this fitting hand

Maybe I rode the wave without that taming harness called a boat and maybe the pull of the moon danced inside you, far before you saw light.. born this way.. maybe the water is muddied and the earth is wet.. we are fertile and the moss is proof…you, dancing like an asteroid, removing my collar.. we have been here as long as the tide as been here .. sand in my toes.. soap in your eyes.. where else would we fall? Take my cloth and bless it again.

I want to use the words.. and trust you’ll bring all your love .. and the last few weeks have been impossible to write so we lived it instead “(living is IQ).. who made it so easy .. and how did we become loving? What curtain was opened and what sky are we walking? You said no hard questions … born this way.. unmoving still I can carve you.. unyielding still I can move you, smooth as a pebble heavy as the sun

Maybe we stand on boulders an extension of you.. the old man and me .. while the old men mark you with wars and graves and flags and landmark.. maybe I too am a flag to pronounce.. spelling your name .. claiming your acre.. maybe we are mountains far too kind

Art credit : CREATURA ANTICA by Roberto Ferri.