The Planting
We stood around the hole.
We threw our blessings in.
We threw in our new ideas
of how the world should be.
We threw in worn-out yesterdays,
the uncompleted cycles clogging our minds.
We tossed in stale memories of old pains.
We threw away old lovers and relatives.
We threw away the shackles of religions.
Into the hole we slid the brown burlap bag of roots.
We pointed the trunk straight up…
A phallic hole
A phallic shaft
We prayed for rain
for sun
for earth and nature
the symbols of regeneration
We prayed to be born again.
We prayed for time.
We prayed for loving truth. |