By Nadia Irshād
New Paragraph
the first time I ever stood on my two feet
upon sunshine and moonlight
I set my bare feet above the cold wet green grass
and beneath the chilly haystack was soft brown earth
silky like ash
I closed my eyes and held my fingers up to the sky
so I could see the roots that connected me
with a lunge outstretched
inward to the center of this sphere we all dash in a hurry upon
drive cars on tar coats upon
I fed on fresh water filtered sucked and siphoned up
like a bucket on a pulley above the most beautiful water well
connecting to my veins
pumping through a mound of dirt to my heart
my heart cried joy at my witnessing, pouring happy tears
and nourished everything within me
as my fingers swayed in the wind
they felt what it is to swim
and my lungs took in a far reaching gulp of breath
my fingers let go
Hayy Hayy Hayy
the secret touched me