These Green Valleys - Heather Woods Broderick

How many times in your life have you cried out?

Having dreams at night of your teeth falling out

Insecurities look like knees

Blades of grass, soft and sweet, can cut deep

From far away everyone still look the same

Our bodies are like the sandstone cliffs the wind is chiseling away

All of the lines get pushed deeper in

Until the end, when they become dust in the air again

On one side of my shelter

I’ve been mining these green valleys

They don’t always speak to me

I get lost in them noiselessly

Outside of my shelter

Am I in opening blue waters?

They host a very large margin

Between me and my kindred ship