affections
coming back down to earth
in a big dry heave
i learned this:
my affections are blood vessels I restrict
with humans I don’t know how to circulate them
rarely I’m chosen
rarely do I choose
but sure footed, I walked past my home
straight to the spring
cried my affections to the evergreen waters
she chose me
i pet her wetness freely, my friend
they say springs are beings
with names and fae companions
a life of their own
someone told me recently
they enjoy my attention and care
its been awhile
i get that
you’ll be here when people come and go
for now, I’ll guard you, with my love


ohh yes I feel this. I've kind of started to think that the main thing that separates us humans from other kinds of beings is we have baggage baggage baggage. It gets in the way. Springs don't have baggage (though sometimes we project ours onto them god knows). Bless your spring who chooses you 💛 and bless you.