Today the prompt over at NaPoWriMo was:
Today, Gloria challenges us all to write a poem in honor of Earth Day. This could be about your own backyard, a national park, or anything from a maple tree to a humpback whale.
This poem is (in a round-about sorta way) expresses my love for the earth.
My Love For The Elements
This sky is the same
that pulled my breath from womb;
blinded from the light of some other world,
my soul stepped into the black cloak of this body.
What I remember most from my childhood
are the bugs, the bees, years of my life sliding by
all the summerlong day in the back-roads of
a tiny, shining town; anonymous as the noblemen
of charity Sunday brunch, who turn their
heads upwards as the offering plate is passed.
I can't say I've ever loved anything more
than I adore the simple gull-breath of this
grey-crested, black-star night, moondrenched
of word and wine as time moves, thunderous
and invisible as an ebb tide across town hills
and the stiff-brushed cloaks of strong, brown oak,
the same ancient sun-shade of my natives.
I love this earth, the rotted porch- slabs
my chair legs grind across. I love the voices
in the night, noises of the unknown, the weather
that blows the beat of its breath helter-skelter.
I love the wintry wind that pins me against my seat,
an invisible earth-hand, strong as a stone heap,
that simultaneously shakes me awake, yet pulls
me into some mythological dreamland of
talking June Bugs and fir pines that stay young forever.