Poetry

poems around interconnectedness, transformation, queer identity, & the pacific northwest

if I ever complain

of growing tired of this place;
if I ever so much as lose
even a sliver of this sense
of wonder and awe
that consumes me when
I stand tall
and gaze out over
these layered peaks,
the cascading blooms and mountainous trees,
the emerald sky and the gilded lakes,
the divine light of salmon ridges

dispose of my body
for my soul has died.