Worship
by Rukiiyah Sekka
Worship is a thing
that you can do right or wrong.
If your too devoted, too piteous
have too much love, it can turn on you.
Too much of anything
too much of too much, it can ruin.
It can ruin you,
and ruin you it will
It doesn’t matter if the tea of the gods
sits in your grasp.
Nor does it matter if you eat food
graced in their presence.
Even if you’ve done nothing,
that matters too.
Everything matters
in the eyes of someone else.
Tree of Life
by Rukiiyah Sekka
A set of footprints
around a tree
signifies much to me
it tells me of life
that currently inhabits it
and the birds that track around it
Of the people that take solace
beneath it’s leaves
and the people that come and leave
That life never ceases,
unless there is other life around it.
Leaves of Autumn
by Rukiiyah Sekka
I love taking walks in the autumn, it’s so comforting to feel
the breeze on my face
the crunching of leaves under my shoes.
Too many times I wonder, stupid often silly things
Like if the tree’s feel pain
when their leaves fall off,
like how a human despairs over lost friends?
The ground sometimes wonders about the people
who traveled on its skin
lived on it
died on it
I often wonder about the places I’ve gone
would people remember me
Am I memorable
The sky cry tears for no one.
I wish I was able to soar high above the trees
to experience what birds see
to see the same thing
to experience everything
To love the earth
that loves me
Why do I hurt if I am loved?
Love is a fickle thing
they always want
people always want
something from me
something I cannot give
The earth does not love for free