Inspired by “Fruitful”
The poet tells a story about her womb, her body, her capacity to give life, while dying life. The poetess has gathered our hearts, shuffled our spirits, made anguish of our minds. In all the getting, I couldn’t fathom what it means to be a woman. The poetess has been affected by the affliction of a miscarriage. The poetess writes from an anguished space—a place we wish to visit, made weary when present.
The requiem of a given day; by natural sin. A carcass filled with repentance, and many ignored, her life was neat suffering. If one can contain it—before it leaks out. Too much remeasuring; too much grieving. Suddenly, I was looking at a countenance. Icebergs melting; sentences halting. A certain churn. A misnomer. Why was the poet wincing?
We’d think I’m accustomed to the ritual. Blame it on the optimism in eyes, despite the sadness. A soul will hold to dreams, in spite of circumstances. When they perish, pain becomes texture, cartilage. The artist let’s go, just to rekindle, where two suggest to feel life. The things a person tells self, losing while winning, or winning while losing. The artist releases faith, only to reclaim it. Such an Atlantis appetite; mantis mantic; a soul might go up a hill, sit politely, and watch army ants: such diligence. (It wasn’t as it was dreamt. Such predisposition. Each soul with a hypothetical; as to call it Truth. In reality, we know little about other souls; nay, we know too much. I examine self to learn about others. Such grayness. Maybe a flaw. We ignore nuance, environments, and orientations. What I may do, another may loathe. It still has cache. It’s better to think about self, others, than to surrender entirely.) The ants find sequence, unison, activity. I’d be a soul marveling. The dreams of eternity. The evidence in regions. Or an icy glare, at a precise moment, unbeknownst to the seer. To wait to meet other conduits, to channel a tear, to measure again, to locate a reason for perseverance. More of an ancient texture; more ink. When in doubt, they say: Start where it aches. Remain with self through the storm.
