"Atlas", "To double dutch when you don’t know how", & "May 1st Serenade" by Jess Grant-Domond
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Atlas
Stop telling me of my strength
Instead
Say
That sometimes the world will offer scraps
And glass pieces
And dimly lit bulbs
Tell me that life is tricky
And God’s will imperfect
And brokenness abounding
Tell me that we are all made up of fragments, residual memories and glimpses of agape
Stop telling me of my power
Instead
Say
That things fall apart and unravel
Tell me that my world can stop with a daunting cruelty that sets other worlds in motion
Tell me that I am not atlas
Tell me that I am not atlas (nor should I be)
Tell me that I can still bask in the sun
With eyes sunken
Spirit uneasy
And heart wandering
To double dutch when you don’t know how
Is to form arches
Compact
Syncopated
Then drive into earth
Concrete
Let ropes whir
Contract
Close to face
As tension
Caught in the middle
To let the girl
With slicked bun
Be spirit guide
Let me show you
To be in the pocket
To drum
To airbend
May 1st Serenade
You siren and I hold breath under water
We extinct whatever is anchor and binding
Is caught and barnacle, mold and tempest
We live hymnal and free together
Swim to fault plain and epicenter
Meet you there, meet you there
We extinct whatever is rubber and ornate
Only the soft can survive
We siren into be-gone barnacle and tempest budding
Track salt and sulfur scent above eventide
Swim to fault plain and epicenter
Feel you there, feel you there





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