Friday, March 14, 2008


Strip me of my flesh
plunge me
into the river
to soften my bones
so that you may bend me
through, around, and across
my brothers
and my sisters
without breaking.

All that so we
can help you carry
fruit, roots, and keepsakes
from place to place-
Do baskets still grow?


Sonia said...

I never thought of how the pieces of basket feel before, it must hurt!

Berkley said...

It sure consider that the basket is the community we live in.

Bonnie-Lee said...

I like the first stanza - a lot.