Wisdom

July 8, 2010

Lydia Ondrusek is a native Texan who describes herself as writing her way out of a paper bag. She writes fiction (mostly flash) and poetry, and like everyone in this and all other parallel universes, is working on a novel. Okay, two. Find her at www.lydiaondrusek.com and www.thelittlefluffycat.com, and on Twitter @littlefluffycat.

After the ground is burned and
its black skeleton trees removed
the machines scrape
till it bleeds yesterday,
worms rolling up to escape;
the warm dark disturbed
by needs no one understands,
by dreams that include no
living protective layer, no smell,
nothing holding life
or its confusion.
When the ground is cleansed
by those who do not know
what it is, what it means,
do not weep.
Start again.
Bring in deep mulch to blanket the startled ground,
to hide its nakedness, and when it asks,
say: “it was a dream; a nightmare, yes, go back to bed.”
Plant new trees, small and tender. Tell them stories
so they know they can be
penthouses for song.
Plant flowers, by design.
The ground forgets its nightmares,
even stone ones, if allowed.
The ground is wise.

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© Lydia Ondrusek

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