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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





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