jumble

jumble

the past is untouchable,

yet

it may wrench your hands into knotted root systems.

leaching water,

lack of nourishment.

weeds and delicate flowers which compete for space,

thought, nitrogen, carbon, worms.

in the chaos of new.

yesterday is the dandelion,

and the Queen Anne’s lace and the black-eyed susan plants

are both full of

commending, honourable traits.

although seen in different lights,

both have purpose in teaching how to interact,

with vivid days of sunlight,

and dreary days of hydrogen.

love letters and declarations of independence are one in the same,

desire and dependence rule them.

/i am the flowing ink of love that connects and divides

   hills and hawks and birds and bones.

/i am the free-flowing oxygen

circulating in an external, eternal embrace.

all mimic one another.

patterns and rules,

yet

to be understood.

-Michaela Yarmol-Matusiak