There is no word for the way
You would feel
When watching a 30-foot wave
crash to shore
There is no word for standing
at the top of a mountain
The air quiet
No humans around
your existence
There is no word
For way it might land in your body
To witness the messy, gory
Primal
Birth of a child
There is no word
For how you might feel
When watching the immensity
Of a forest fire
As it gulps down all in front of it
There is no word
For standing in the middle
Of the largest thunderstorm
For being next to
A giant waterfall
Or for feeling the winds
Through your body
That push over every tree
There is no word
For the power of the feminine.
You might try awe
Which is something
But that doesn’t have enough weight to it
You might try wonder
But that’s even more light,
Flaky
You might try beauty
But lots of things are beautiful
You might try power
But that feels like governments
You might try force
But force feels a bit pushy
There is no word for the sensation
For the knowing in your body
That you could tear everything down
That you are an embodiment
Of that fierceness
That exists in the earth
Our language cannot hold
The vastness of you
It feels out of reach
Because our language
Does not give you words to express it
And that is the sneakiest form
Of suppression.
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