I take my new lover to the earth first
to see how they love my mother
do they talk with the trees
do they whisper to leaves
and pause to tell me about the beauty they see
or do they race to the peak without blinking an eye
do they trample the blooms and never look at the sky
I take my new lover to the earth first
to see how they love my mother
because I am she
and how you love her
is how you’ll love me
from my second poetry book,
The Lovers.
