chomolungma
chomolungma
chomolungma
chomolungma
o great goddess mother of earth
how you roll through space
from hull to heaven
from winter into summer and out
to victoria (beyond spuzzum and hope)
from many waters and vast grasslands
towards young climbing rocky mountains
the whole continent—turtle
island—pushing pulling itself
westward though
and climbing over
pacific ocean
o mother
we are coming
we are coming home
chomolungma
chomolungma
chomolungma
Reprinted from Open Road West (Broken Jaw Press, Broken [...]
