What does the flowersay to me? It says,open yourselfto the lightunconditionally.Grow your rootsmost trustinglyinto the warm,receiving earth.The deeper,the stronger.
Mounding mustard faith.A tiny start; bigger end.A bloom, drops, becomes.
what is mine?my name–a collection of soundsborn from someoneelse’s mouth,vocal manipulation–how is it mine? hands like clouds–forms of vapor,visibleandintangible–are they mine? this flesh bagof organs and bone–born from someoneelse’s cells,its cells willdie, it will die,and the i that i thinki am–the mind madefrom memories–will also die, and the soundthat i thinki amcalled by willnever be uttered–is it mine? By Bina Perino, ©2020See Bina Perino’s Instagram, here. Return to Poetry Gallery