You are skylegs.
I know now that You never, ever
tiptoed down from wispy clouds
to glide the surface tension
of the dewdrops.
No, a Goddess stomps around like titans
waving tangled, give-a-care hair
full of eagle’s wings.
We scramble now through sturdy roots
the way babies cling and dodge their way
through motherlegs
too busy in the kitchen.
We drive through you with vroom-vroom cars
playing down here on the floor.
I raise my arms and cry to you—
Up!
But can you hear me way up there?
And if you can,
would you bend your branchy arms
back down at me?
Christopher grew up in Raymond, Alberta and loves plants and big skies. His childhood was an ongoing nature walk, and very little has changed since then. His faith is heavily influenced by the diversity he finds in the natural world. The more he learns about creation, the more he believes that God must be somebody totally cool. He majored in English at Brigham Young University, with a minor in Women’s Studies. Christopher then went on to graduate as a registered nurse from the University of Lethbridge and currently works with seniors as a home care case manager. He is married to his high school crush and will gush to anyone who listens about his 5 children. He likes them even more than plants. Besides plants and poetry, Christopher also has a lifelong obsession with molluscs.