We Have Not Gone

I have bled rivers
the words have been snatched
as the tongue from my mouth

I have known music
enough to quake and erupt
have wept hurricanes

and danced all sort of disaster
and when you are very quiet
you will hear us hum

we have not gone, could not go
any more than a heart
departs from a breast

we remain
in huddled masses, we wash ashore
from tossed at sea

it is our blood,
our bruises
made purple mountain majesty

I have known labor
and the miracle of birth
and this earth is in need of seeding

this is not invention, only call it
resurrection as the tide is turning,
we are returning

for just such a time
for just such a place
as this.

c. 2009 Suzi Q. Smith