Local Social Network for the Arts Community in Central Valley
At this moment,
my heart exploded into sun flowers.
The tips of my fingers, toes and tongues
sprouted beautiful lush greens,
allowing my words to pour out of vines
that ripened into swollen squash ,
with tender creamy yellow flesh.
A new bloom with each step forward .
The fruit ,
settling along the ground I walk on,
growing out in every direction .
The squash open,
seeds pour out at my feet
carrying poems on their newborn skin.
This California is fertile.
The people sow and grow dreams and songs into the land.
The intensity of the heat
and the tenderness of the sea mist
guards and produces bounties
and on this day,
every field crop burst out poetry ,
every mountain and sand dune,
let words ,
of all languages,
roll over them,
with no halt in sight.
We have awakened to a new day,
and I myself,
cannot remember what borders and limits feel like.