A song for the days that bring you to your knees.
I am walking then shuffling
through one of those days,
like a deer caught in the headlights
trauma wandering in the haze
And the weight of it all
has got me down on my knees,
so I’m willfully choosing
to come apart at the seams.
‘Cause down here on the ground,
Humbled to bone,
and the Earth is now clearly
calling me closer to home.
So, I breathe in the scent
of the dark fecund soil,
let the Earth do her magic
to make me once again whole.
Here on my knees
surrendered to Life,
I willingly accept
the exorcism of the knife.
To cut out the rot
that is wounding the soul,
letting the Earth do her magic
to once again make me whole.
Let the Earth do her magic to
once again make me whole.
Bleeding and weeping,
Mother’s soil becomes mud
the then-softened loam
forms to shore me up.
And the one that was shuffling
through one of those days,
now thick-thighed and stable
And completely unfazed.
Palms to the Earth,
bowed in head and in soul,
homage to the Earth and her magic
for once again making me whole.
© Sabrina Santa Clara, 2013