A place where you can be human.
The curtains blow in the breeze
deep sea blue with white corals
sewn into the bottom
the breeze let’s the light in
the air spins and whirls around
like a merry-go-round
There’s no leaves to kick up
only dust
specs of dust flicker in the sun
she smiles at natures dance
she smiles at me
Give the world oysters filled with pearls
and they’ll go to waste
Give the world adventure
and their search for pearls will
never end.
Saschia Johnson
Churned soil jumps and dances
If you were to ask me,
jumping and dancing is wonderful
when it’s humans doing it
but when the soil
jumps and dances that means
something bigger than us is happening.
She closes her eyes,
the bed bugs have scuttled off into the woods,
and the moths gathered around her neighbor’s
bug shocking light.
A breeze tickles her nose
so she pulls the blankets up up up
over her shoulders.
She dreams of singing skeletons
and dancing dead men who church
chocolate with small men from
a land no one has ever heard of.
A star falls and grants her wishes
as she sleeps a good sleep
with warm blankets
and dreams to keep her busy
Singing birds singing souls
Twitchy eyes and wiggly toes
I think I see it, a comfy bed
Where I can rest and lay my head.
Dignity is to dream without ceasing
She wiggles her toes
and reaches toward the heavens
it’s not so far, she heard in a song
the heavens, that is. It is
much closer than we think. At least
that’s what they tell us.
is it hope that I cling to
while I wrestle with his faith
faith in me faith in God — faith
a silent thing that pulses with
confirmation when you let it come
Is it dignity to release hope?
Is it dignity to release faith?
No, a stern no.
It is dignity to clutch on
even when there is so much left to lose.
Queen Shit
The red sea divides
the waves crash and hold their place
she walks between
unscathed
untouched and welcomed
into new lands as she breaks free
from the past
that clung to her
like wet clothes on a hot summer day
now she’s got
sand between her toes and
she doesn’t even need her sandals
originally posted on Jaynepress.medium.com
You know that thing you’re clinging on to too tight, it’s time to give it away.
The tighter you squeeze
the less it can breathe
Give it away.
Stop holding it secret
or hostage or in the dark corner
of your closet
Give it away.
It wasn’t meant to be
saved for only you and
the few you choose
Give it away.
-Saschia Johnson
Originally posted on Jaynepress.medium.com
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There’s a drummer in my ear
I’ve been just about to tears since they
started three days ago
I don’t know why they’re here.
but they are, so I listen
and I hum and I sway
and I write in ways that might just
record what they’d have to say if
their music spoke words
and then, I sleep peacefully
What does it mean to be a whole person?
He toils away
his days tossed like the dirty laundry
that’s left next to the hamper.
Not an ounce of passion
pulses through his tired veins.
His insides sink below the earth
while his muscle memory does the work
Am I of any use here? he shouts to the heavens.
The wind places itself into his net
What use am I to the wind?
“ — “
-Saschia Johnson
Prompt response to Diana’s publication Know Thyself Heal Thyself
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