Sing Me

Break me out of the stone

that has calcified around my chest,

help me see the mythology of

my life, lift me up from the

perch I’ve glued my feet to

where they’re sturdy

where they’re stuck—

Teach me the language of the skies

the language of being

that liquid breath I feel—

so close to speaking—

when the darkening clouds

in the dome above me

conspire to dance.

The words form on my lips sometimes

when I stare at the veins in my hand

a whole system of living

I barely have to feed.

The words form on my lips sometimes

when the autumn leaves

stand crystal clear against a blue frame,

perfect, there.

I reject language and its lies,

human creation warped into twisted shapes.

No, this is what I know.

I should sit naked in a rippling stream

my skin pressed against a bed

of smooth stones.

I should lay my shoulders down

into that clarity

and let it wash through me

with my eyes closed and let the

water and sensations on my skin

and steadiness of my breath

and downy hair tickling my face,

I should let it all sing me into being.

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Moriah Brown

Moriah Brown is a poet, novelist, and full-time student at Syracuse University working towards a degree in creative writing. Her poetry has been published in Creation Magazine, The Woolf, and The Passionfruit Review, among others, and has also been featured in Alchemy and Miracles Anthology and Bimbo Feminist Anthology. She is from Fort Worth, Texas, and loves writing, birds, and her cat Nala.