top of page
Search

The Mineral People

the mineral people

are keeping the time of the elders

underneath my feet


i continue my rushing practice


while they open up the cracks

and leave them full of wind


I am not sure about them yet.

Have they been here all along?

I've kept time with them in my many, many houses, for decades.


I've held them, given them as gifts.

I have even wept with them, right next to me.

But never spoken to them until now.



They tell me things, like


yes you really should feed your drum


we are a council of ancients


look how much you've remembered now


There is something soothing me

oh look a tiny chasm

There is a dark circle forming

Cecalia climbs down with me

There are caves of incomprehensible depth


so I will feel them instead

allowing them to strip

layer after layer of identity away

until I am

not




anything but rosemary on a drum

feeding myself scent-memories of what is now happening

Re-membering my grandmothers dancing


there is nothing to do Sarah-Lu

There Is Nothing TO DO Sarah-Lu

is the name of my new novel

the one that will tell me my new story

with its blank pages lack of ideas and dead sea calm





15 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Comments


bottom of page