After ‘Mud man’ by Chikako Yamashiro
the word spread across the town like
rain. we lie, waiting to be exposed
to wisdom from the heavens. we let
the word blot us out, cake us in dirt;
your hands, blooming from the earth
like mangroves. we are tethered here,
grasping at raindrop, leak, and tear.
somewhere behind one of those clouds
god is watching his children, laying
themselves out like clothes to dry.