Roots
I dig with bloody fingernails,
Tearing at the earth’s fleshy core.
I begin to unravel the wooden umbilical cord,
Every celtic knot, every split end, every love affair.
I see them all and tenderly unwind them,
How many souls intertwined,
How many passions collide,
How many connections forged.
I inspect and love each one
For I see my own in all this beautiful madness
This poem is about:
My family
My community