too smart

the earth crumbles open and out pops my head
an aura of shattered mirror surrounds me
hands on the edge of the hole, I pull myself up and out
carry one child after another across glass

one runs away down the path, looking for the next thing
another stays to study the damage at hand
blood soaking through the fabric of the land
staining our clothing, our hands, our hearts and souls

don’t lecture me, just speak your truth and walk away
hearing your words again grates against my skin, wounds me
laugh easily at the mess you’ve made around your own hole
stop believing you know the answers for the world

too smart for her own good, they might have said
no longer smart enough to let go of the earth
look up, eyes on the tree tops you can use those wings
let the blood, the water and the wine splash at your feet