Flash in the Pan


A Quarterly Posting at Tiny Lights

To My Mother, For Whome Concrete Is Enough And Sex Too Much


by Susan Lamont

Come with me down to the river. Let the earth take you by the hand. Close your eyes as I once did. I have done this. You are safe. Let the earth take you as her lover. Relax.
Don't resist - you always resist. This is not some man coming to take what he wants from you. This is not some man coming to lay claim to you. This is not some man coming to bend you to his will. This is your parent, your lover, your child, yourself - all here to love you as you are - laying no claim - demanding no changes - offering you green love - green as a fern - gentle breeze love - cool creek love - fierce sun love - soft moss love. Lay yourself upon earth's bed. Join the others there - the river, the stones, your daughter. Lay yourself down - feel the caresses. Trust - you never trust. The ferns love your body just as it is. The breeze loves your body just as it is. Feel the surge - let yourself come. Moan out loud - let yourself come. Claw at the duff - let yourself come. The sun, the moon, the stars look down - not as voyeurs, but as eager handmaidens. Stars in your hair - moon in your eyes - sun on your lips. Give in to them - they bring you joy. Give in to them - they bring you songs. Give in to them - they bring you courage. Welcome the moan in your throat - it is as it should be. Welcome your hardened nipples - it is as it should be. Welcome your scarlet vulva - it is as it should be. And as you come, spill your anger on to the ground - the rain will wash it away. And as you come, spill your fear on to the ground - the sun will dry it up. And as you come, spill your sorrow on to the ground - the breeze will carry it away. And when you finally release your ecstatic cry, the earth will join you and it is your name that will be on her lips.

Susan Lamont is a landscape designer and peace activist in Santa Rosa, California. She usually writes about peace and justice issues and has recently joined workshops to expand her repertoire.


Twelfth Flash


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