Song to Sky (from Fat Poets Speak 2: Living and Loving Fatly, Pearlsong Press, 2014)
Eileen Rosensteel
Song to Sky
Let me be the mountain to your sky.
I will ground you, hold you steady.
Blow where you need,
I will be here.
Massive, unmovable
You who are the holder of
sun
and moon
steady
and shifting.
I am the earth
fertile
and rocky
stretching
up to meet you.
The sky may never know the depths of
me.
The way down roots of rock.
As I will not fly the forever arch
of atmosphere.
But where we meet,
in the juicy middle
there will be life.
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