a “short” compilation of favourite works
from 2017-18 by mari jagt. please, enjoy!

wild

the world is too wild for me, sometimes.
my body cannot carry
so many forests on my back.
the waves have been creeping up
past my ankles to my thighs.
i feel my hands turning into rolling hills,
my skin slowly giving way to grains of sand.
wild animals are nesting
in my hair and my mouth.
my eyes have become nothing
but a reflection of the sky.
and i tried to fight it, tried not to let
the wilderness take over
my body and soul
but she is tricky, lures you
in with sunsets and sun rays through
the treetops and summer breezes,
but then she will swallow you alive.
my body belongs to her,
my stomach is fields of grass
and wildflowers sprouting up.
my back tall with jack-pines and oak trees,
my knees made of boulders holding me down.
my sand-skin glimmers in the sunlight
before the waves come in
to take away my breath, at last.

eventually

i tend to forget that
things will take some time
cycles around the sun
do not happen quickly
yes, the moon may change tides but
she moves slow and deliberately
and i know they say that
rome was not built in one day
but my heart has been
sitting open for so damn long
and i know that it will
someday lead you home
and if not today, well,
we have so much time
i know that you will be here
eventually.

my friends

all my friends are flightless,
all my friends are fair-weather.
they can only stay
one season at a time.
they disappear with spring rains
and fall’s abundant colours.
all my friends are broken-hearted,
searching for something in mine.
all my friends live six feet under,
singing their songs from underground.
all my friends are broken-winged thunderbirds,
all my of friends were never found.

i am

i am learning, little by little,
that my body is stronger
than the mountains that tried
to break me down into rubble.
that my heart is tougher
than the trees rooting around it
and wrapping far too tight.
i am learning, slowly learning,
that i am worth more to myself
alive and bright, than i am worth
to the world when it tries
to bury me underground.
i am worth the sunshine,
i am worth the rains,
i am worth the treetops,
i am worth all the pain.