As the mountains walked oceanward
I wondered,
how growing from seed to stem
was made possible.
Too, I wondered how with every
fallen leaf of each fall
a child grows into dehydrated laughter.
How separation becomes habitual –
as if you and I we’re not of the selfsame soil.
If we were wondrous enough
allowing magnetically to be drawn into life,
like fish and ships
propelled by a force,
we could disentangle the knots,
or if unfeasible it seemed,
at least reacquaint ourselves
to seeing from the eyes of children.
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Tags: Aquatic Poetry, Child of wonder, Creative writing, disentanglement, Experimental Poetry, malene raun, Metamorphosis, Poetry, wonder