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May. 11th, 2002 01:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
arachne8xToday spring spread through my body
my hands,
my feet
were warmed by the newness of this season.
They stumble
a little drunk,
they fumble
in a mad dash to feel everything
spring is fleeting here.
Today I feel tall and long
my toes well rooted
reaching down into
spring spiteful grass,
that was tamed to grow into nice neat plots,
but it is growing in these
colorado mountains
and it know that nothing
here is nice and neat.
It rebels and won't be constant
sometimes bowing down to caress the soles
sometimes pusing forcefully up
demanding liberation.
My mouth knew spring today.
It tasted air made sweet
that seemed to be exhaled
by the mesas
I can feel them breathing
My mother says the way I dress
makes me look like a colorado mountain girl.
that's ok
that's what I am
I have breathed in 22 mountain springs
and I know not to take one second for granted.
Next spring I won't be here
to witness
to testify to the beauty of this place
with its roundness
its wildness.
I'm used to the hills
used to climbing up
or rushing down.
Next year my spring will be flat
I'll be where the earth is flat
pounded into submission
beaten down by the burden of a concrete jungle.
I'll be in Boston, Mass
where the weather will be flat
constant spring
where you know what to expect.
I'm going to miss the way
the mountains change every second
where the sun is so strong
that it brings not just weather
but a state of mind
Out in flat land
the roots get to ground themselves
in rich mahogany earth
full of nutrients.
Trees, flowers are commonplace
here the earth is less inviting
rocky, hard, dry
each flower is a miracle
So when the meadows are dotted
with lilac
I feel the urge
to wear my most bohemian clothes
flowy skirts and bright scarves
bells to ring out on my fingers
my orange lampshad hat
I want to bloom too
I dread going to a place
where people even speak flat
with r's so soft and submissive they are almost forgotten
A place where you couldn't even
begin to say Colorado
for we need strong r's
r's that build our red, red rocks
to speak the spanish words
that named these mesas at my back
named this place
so vibrantly
after my favorite color
Nothing here is soft and submissive
not in a place where thousands of years
of flowing water
carved out valleys
Where the jamming of earth plates
pushed up flat layers of rock
so that now they are folded
bent, mutilated
they way the small spring blossoms
will be by gusting winds
late frosts
and a barrage of hail
That's why whenever the weather
is soft
there ought to be a holiday
a celebration
so that spring can flow up
through bare feet
grounded in rocky soil.
through tired muscles
stretching through upstretched arms
to flood the rocky mountain air
My mother is worried that
elsewhere I will seem
strange
because I grew up
in the land of peaks
where we round our lips
to smile a greeting at strangers
Ill break the laws
that require flat manners
flat faces
flat expressions
flat sounds
I'm too loud
to be closed in by the walls of a skyscraper
my spirit needs
to be cradled
between the round bellies of the foothills
And here in this spring
filled with newness
I never want to lose this feeling
and when I go to live in that flat beaten down city
if they think I'm strnage
wild and unruly
it'll just be proof
that you can take a girl out of the mountains
but you can't take the mountains
out of the girl.
my hands,
my feet
were warmed by the newness of this season.
They stumble
a little drunk,
they fumble
in a mad dash to feel everything
spring is fleeting here.
Today I feel tall and long
my toes well rooted
reaching down into
spring spiteful grass,
that was tamed to grow into nice neat plots,
but it is growing in these
colorado mountains
and it know that nothing
here is nice and neat.
It rebels and won't be constant
sometimes bowing down to caress the soles
sometimes pusing forcefully up
demanding liberation.
My mouth knew spring today.
It tasted air made sweet
that seemed to be exhaled
by the mesas
I can feel them breathing
My mother says the way I dress
makes me look like a colorado mountain girl.
that's ok
that's what I am
I have breathed in 22 mountain springs
and I know not to take one second for granted.
Next spring I won't be here
to witness
to testify to the beauty of this place
with its roundness
its wildness.
I'm used to the hills
used to climbing up
or rushing down.
Next year my spring will be flat
I'll be where the earth is flat
pounded into submission
beaten down by the burden of a concrete jungle.
I'll be in Boston, Mass
where the weather will be flat
constant spring
where you know what to expect.
I'm going to miss the way
the mountains change every second
where the sun is so strong
that it brings not just weather
but a state of mind
Out in flat land
the roots get to ground themselves
in rich mahogany earth
full of nutrients.
Trees, flowers are commonplace
here the earth is less inviting
rocky, hard, dry
each flower is a miracle
So when the meadows are dotted
with lilac
I feel the urge
to wear my most bohemian clothes
flowy skirts and bright scarves
bells to ring out on my fingers
my orange lampshad hat
I want to bloom too
I dread going to a place
where people even speak flat
with r's so soft and submissive they are almost forgotten
A place where you couldn't even
begin to say Colorado
for we need strong r's
r's that build our red, red rocks
to speak the spanish words
that named these mesas at my back
named this place
so vibrantly
after my favorite color
Nothing here is soft and submissive
not in a place where thousands of years
of flowing water
carved out valleys
Where the jamming of earth plates
pushed up flat layers of rock
so that now they are folded
bent, mutilated
they way the small spring blossoms
will be by gusting winds
late frosts
and a barrage of hail
That's why whenever the weather
is soft
there ought to be a holiday
a celebration
so that spring can flow up
through bare feet
grounded in rocky soil.
through tired muscles
stretching through upstretched arms
to flood the rocky mountain air
My mother is worried that
elsewhere I will seem
strange
because I grew up
in the land of peaks
where we round our lips
to smile a greeting at strangers
Ill break the laws
that require flat manners
flat faces
flat expressions
flat sounds
I'm too loud
to be closed in by the walls of a skyscraper
my spirit needs
to be cradled
between the round bellies of the foothills
And here in this spring
filled with newness
I never want to lose this feeling
and when I go to live in that flat beaten down city
if they think I'm strnage
wild and unruly
it'll just be proof
that you can take a girl out of the mountains
but you can't take the mountains
out of the girl.
