After these acts, Smile

I want to know if Earth asks for a taste
of waters within you. Tell me if there’s
another thing other than what I know.
What does it ask of you this time?

What tells you you cannot be a bird,
roaming and nesting without grieving?
Kneel before your creator. If words in you
are heavy trucks on my nation’s road,
too difficult to move, do not worry.

Just kneel. Palms together
and gaze at the heavens for seconds.
Then walk away, whilst winking at sorrow.
You can write about the torments of solitude,
the nightmares; it’d make a good read
for another of its victims.

Raise your palms to the heavens,
a way of surrendering to healing songs.
Do not drop your hands in a hurry.
Say goodbye to the depression of spirit.