You will tear holes in life, portals
from one self to another, city
to city, country to country.
You will adapt your nostrils
to different scents and smells,
your tongue to sweet and sour.
You will adjust your eyes
to everchanging landscapes,
falling from another sky
to land on concrete or grass,
sometimes on your feet,
sometimes flat on your arse.
You will learn the languages of birds,
hum songs of different bees,
and embrace new species of trees.
Each hole you tear will leave a scar,
crescent moons, comets and stars
tattooed on the skin of your universe.
Kim M. Russell, 24th May 2020
A poem re-written for Poets and Storytellers United Writers’ Pantry
The original poem was a response to Anmol’s Poetics portals prompt for dVerse Poets Pub Poetics last Tuesday. You can find it here.
Maria commented: ‘As I read this poem of adventure and discovery, I thought of putting it in future tense and saying it as a young woman about to face the world’, which prompted me re-write it as a message to my younger self.