sustainability

Photo by Akil Mazumder on Pexels.com
there is no village here.

       no blood pact of grands, 
       no secret soup on the stove 
       for a tired mother. 

i’ve grown feral.

i sustain 
life with 
whiplash 
instinct. 

my babies are homegrown,
i am the first of my kind
tilling the soil for new life.

the soup on the 
stove is my own,
the carrots and
potatoes i tore
from their roots
did not argue.

find me in the kitchen,
a baby on one hip,
dirt under my fingernails,
taking long sips 
from a cracked bowl.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s