The Cure
Onion seedlings begin their fragile lift.
Thin shoots raise, timid in their growth
Under dry fall’s brief rain cast.
We can’t be hesitant anymore, must pull
Ourselves forward with firmness
Regardless of who stands with us or retreats,
Regardless of rain’s pound or absence.
Create drops from dry clouds.
Etch growth pathways through leaf litter,
Through caustic smoky winds, through ash.
Grow profound in our movement up.
Ascend into late fall’s thinning light.
Lilt as we climb, lift,
Linger in air’s curing emptiness.
—Gabrielle Myers
✨ This poem is in honor of our October theme: Ash, Cloud & Fog
From Break Self: Feed, Finishing Line Press, ©2024. Used by permission of the poet. Photo by Sonaal Bangera, Creative Commons, via Unsplash.
"We can’t be hesitant anymore, must pull
Ourselves forward with firmness
. . .
Create drops from dry clouds."