feeling held by the pink

Written by: Tamar Simone Weir on February 24, 2022

The petals falling rhythmically to their own beat 

A chorus of movement 

The stickiness of body

under these trees I traveled 

Walked and wandered

The teacher, the divine feminine 

Under these trees I was reminded, the presence of queerness 

how to be and to listen 

to what the tenderness is teaching 

The way it moves is a mystery 

Becoming small and compact 

Noticing the hefty skin around me 

And standing at the core of my being 

With roots down deep and watered. 

Where does the fear lie in my body

And the disease of it permeating 

Spreading its venom in my fascia 

To let go of this power in my bones is to say I am free of this pain body 

The air that takes and does not give 

The message of replenish and refresh 

The core of me says yes 

The pink petals fall and I am touched by the wetness 

The reminder to be soft, the road filled with trash 

The mattresses on the sidewalk

The petals fall and they fall 

They lay silky milky sheets of goodness on the ground 

Glowing and oozing

The city makes noise and competes 

But she is magical 

She lines them streets with her bold round body 

Grows from the cracks and seasonal rains 

She remains 

To look up to the expanse of her wholeness 

A reminder to turn around 

Palms open to the pussy of nature.