santos scribes

and so, I suppose  

time to review our love  

our love like a seed 

time-stamped and day-blind 

a cosmo in a coat, 

the beginning of something ancient 

We both know, all these years in 

not every spark, 

not every seed, 

not every love  

gets too  

nor is meant  

to break  

soil 

breath air 

hold sunlight 

take water 

bare fruit 

seed   

and 

return  

Some seeds like love  

are older than Earth 

older even than her crust and mantle   

and they sit still as 

scar-tissue,  

stuck  

in well-draining soil  

Soil like love 

a complexion of  

weathered rock,  

organic matter,  

water, 

air 

Love like soil  

and seeds  

and Spring  

and all the other alive things 

Alive like you  

Alive like me  

author’s note

what are you reviewing this spring ? xo, S.