Overseas

Art by Ryan Lemp (2016 archive)

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To be the Shepherdess of Gaia’s ground,

I would hold my crook

Gently to herd scattered Pangaea,

Sending my calls skipping

Over the seas like water spiders.

And when I lure a fragment of land,

I would run my fingers through her grass

And she would nuzzle against my hand

With her soft trees.

After the first, the rest follow and

Piece by piece, she would take form,

And when the puzzle of the Earth is complete

The first thing I would do

Is drop my crook and run to you,

Dancing over the cracks

In the sidewalk.

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