Heavy with Rain

Earth --
brown like my eyes
holds me
one step
after another 

Unlike the black asphalt
Or the sharp rocks
Or the red clay mud of La Rioja
that clings to my feet
and weighs a ton
like impure thoughts
heavy with rain 

that need to be scraped off
skillfully on a rock
or walked gently off
on wet morning grass.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous7/22/2010

    I LOVE this one too guri! the poetry and gentle knowingness of it is so powerful. feel like it's begging for a picture though :) This is one that so needs to go on a postcard.