Earth, earthy now more than earthen day - jhaffur khan azad darakth

[Lawrence Robinson]

Earth, earthy now more than earthen day 
 
Earth, earthy now more than earthen day 
like Kabir’s pots is it potter or is it verdant clay? 
We live upon, within, around this crazy chlorophyll
Fullfilled with the sound of this wild green idyll.
 
The trees are all in a waking dream, 
unending cycle, an unbroken hymn
spring’s floral abundance, has now given way 
so leafy refulgence once again holds sway. 
 
The oxygenation is almost too much, 
but then. we are all made of such 
sky clouds seek to form an atmospheric limit 
towards what  we barely conceive as the infinite 
 
and crawling below, amidst rootage and organic litter 
we seek the flow and ebb, we grow and falter. 
Many false starts and random faults have we
and the glory yes the glory we too rarely see.
 
Still stunted, like  giraffe without her neck, 
freeform floating laughs no safety net 
still with wings and claws too rough to grasp.
Where’s my flotilla? I forgot to ask.

I’ll take a draught, an earth-filled dram 
and hope it’s more than a mossy hologram 
what’s real is felt on the tips of our skin 
and the little bits of air that filter in 
 
who knows what all this truly is that surrounds us 
even as we pull  apart, earth’s clay grounds us.
 
	- jhaffur khan azad darakth
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