The Days I Hold Most To

The Days I Hold Most To

I grasp onto days like this

Clench my fists on to her rays

Hold on tightly

And close my eyes to feel

Her warmth

Drip down over my shoulders

grazing my sternum

and melting right into my heart

These days were more constant

When I would steal away

To uncut blades of green green grass

Dew moistening my back and cooling my spine

A quick chill

As I lay to let her bake me in her light

Break me open to see my innocence-

a joyful, gooey inside of Semi-sweetness

And brown to perfection inside and out

I felt peace

The only unease was gentle itching of skin

Against mother earth tickling me with her green green greenery

Days like these I see colors vibrant

Pink on sneakers, dusted with sand and soil

That have moved with the laughter of many children

Leaving their imprints, but taking with them this sand and soil that has traveled through

Blue skies carrying petals and whispered wishes from dandelions

and through turquoise waves speckled rainbows that glide through the currents

She beams over all of this, giving to growing

She bursts over

Orange growth of tangerines on backyard trees

I climbed them to touch these her makings of miracles,

to hold them in my palms

And remove ripeness to satisfy tastes and rumbling tummies

There she sits with me still

Tapping me with her tips, peeking her way through shadowy leaves

And lifting me into smiles

As my face puckers from juices satisfyingly sour

And I spit out seeds below me

That I wonder will grow?

I feed the earth as it feeds me

And I look up and hope she gives life to them

Life like mine

Sister sun in all her givings of light and warmth and energy

I thank her for being constant

For never leaving for too long

For reminding me when she rises

She rises for

Every one

Thing

Living

Breathing

Being

And her days are the ones I hold most to