I refuse to shrink to a plastic card,
a stamped deed for a factory
or courtyard,
an affidavit, a certificate,
a timid thumbprint on some
ancestral debt.
Not for me your laws on
citizenship.
I am the soil, the berth,
the landing strip.
I’m the weed, the waving grass,
the creeping vine
that covers the rubble of
all your designs.
I grow everywhere out of all
the cracks
in your architectures of
bills and acts.
How will you stop me? - I’m the rolling clod
which is small in size but its
world is broad.
No, not for me your thoughtless
wall and fence,
I’m the tiny blade and the soil immense.
I was planning a nice feel good festive post this week, but what with all that's going on back home, kind of impossible to achieve.
Season's greetings to you and yours and warmest wishes for an awesome New Year 2020!
Hooray for the tiny blade and the soil immense. We NEED both, perhaps more than we realise.
ReplyDeleteHeartfelt hugs, best wishes for the season, and hope for kinder years to come.
Hugs back to you. Me too hoping for gentler years.
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ReplyDeleteIt's just crazy... the whole world has fallen back upon this 'them and us' policy making. Lessons to be learned yet again. Your words are wonderful, Nila.
Thank you for the greetings and I surely return them to you tenfold. YAM xx
Thoroughly fed up with the policies and policy makers.
DeleteThank you for the well wishes.
I am trying to get into the holiday spirit over here, but it's hard with the evil stalking the earth.
ReplyDeleteI know Kristin. Very disheartening. But I am still hopeful. Things will get back on track someday.
Deletestay small and persevere. The meek shall inherit the earth. Your voice rings pure in this poem.
ReplyDeleteStaying small. Persevering as best as I can. Thank you for this reminder. Very timely, very motivating.
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