ode to my baby goat dreads

My hair doesn’t blow in the wind anymore.

Weighed down with memories and the collecting

Of thoughts like leaves drifting

 

together to lie in heaps.

Only the fresh leaves, like children

dancing

 

I mirror their growth in human form                                

Textured like the bark of surrounding trees

 

(I still have baby hairs but…) 

 My branches grow longer and thicker slowly with 

the nurturing of my gardeners, friends

Who see me growing, and

 

bring

water

 

My hair looks like worms (when it’s wet), wriggling creatures with nine hearts that

though split by careless shovels still crawl out into the rain to

live and love with the pieces of themselves

that have slipped away.

 

Together strands bond as I connect with the 

hands that pull each piece together and they

(like branches) grow tighter with

the winds of changes and human hands

wrapped tightly in the hearts of

my worms splitting still,

and loving

in the rain tears

and life still

growing

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