Tabatha Wharton

words

{musings of an aging millennial trope}



{dear you}

  photo courtesy of Heidi Gentis

photo courtesy of Heidi Gentis

dear you
whose name transcribes as loosely
birth
in the language of our shared
people’s mother tongue

and the legacy of which you
just keep utilizing as
a line of defense

what it must be like
to be the crumpled mountain
at the peak of the homelands
immovable
in such stubborn regards
to the ebb and the flow
of the world around you

while you watch the winding rivers
lithe and limber
cascade away from the
rocky terrain of regret
onward through the ruins and
the relics of history
embodying the epitome of
the western world's concept
of beauty
towards the
freedom
that is the infamous sea.

how lonely that must be.