Earth
Let the day grow on you
upward
through your feet,
the vegetal knuckles,
to your knees of
stone,
until by evening you are a black tree;
feel, with
evening,
the swifts thicken your
hair,
the new moon rising out of your forehead,
and the moonlit veins of
silver
running from your
armpits
like rivulets under white leaves.
Sleep, as ants
cross over your
eyelids.
You have never possessed anything
as deeply as this.
This is all you have
owned
from the first outcry
through forever;
you can never be
dispossessed.
~ Derek Walcott
~
(Sea
Grapes)
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