Fossils

Every family object that has come to me
Weighs me down with its history
Each compresses me into a layer
The model wooden boats from Portugal
The ornaments from New York
The photograph of a tree
Each thing in its place
Each thing in its time
My fossils will join this sediment until upheaval
To tumble towards shores from snowy mountaintops
Or dive below to burning depths
For a slow glide through the crystal lattice
Yet before I freeze upon this earthly plane
My fires reap what they have sown
Growths anew cracked from hardened shell
Marking time’s passing riotous again
After journey’s slog through choking ash
Of life a burnt beneath torrents of tears

©Heather Coldstream

Advertisements

About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
This entry was posted in poem, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s