Springtime Crazy (a poem) by Georgie Abel

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We’ve got that springtime crazy

Our hearts have grown hungry under desert skies

by Georgie Abel, Contributing Editor, author of Go West Young Woman. 

art by Rhiannon Williams 

We wanna take shots of lightning

Use thunder to make heavy hip-hop beats

Frost a cake with the snowcapped peaks

Scoop the cookies-and-cream stars from the sky

And press them on a waffle cone

Just one taste of these vanilla bones and

 

We’re addicted to the blooming cactus

We know it won’t last us

Because the summertime is coming

But for now we

Sip the springtime rains,

Ring out the clouds with open

Mouths and chug their milky nectar

 

Because we’ve got that springtime crazy

Our hearts have grown hungry under desert skies

 

We wanna throw a slab of sandstone on the grill

Sizzling and popping just like the blood

Of our mothers, the thrill

To just be breathing

 

Synapsing and loud

And now we crave a sage salad

Dressed with the sap from a pine

And a side of yucca fries

Sprinkled with our salty tears

Mined from these wild eyes

 

Because we’ve got that springtime crazy

Our hearts have grown hungry under desert skies

 

Give us the moon!

The waxing moon

We know the moon

How her face can be caramelized and sliced

Sprinkled with a wildflower spice

And her craters are filled with a cream

Heavy and sweet

Been surviving off those moon beams, oh God

We can’t get enough

The dark of winter left us so ravenous

 

Because we’ve got that springtime crazy

Our hearts have grown hungry under desert skies

 

We wanna

Talk about this new space

Within us

 

Fill it up with letting

Indian paintbrush

Melt on our tongue

Ah, to be this young!

 

We take the needles from a cactus,

Push them into

Our spine,

Bathe our nervous systems in

A brackish brine

’Cause we want something with desert resilience

To make up our backbones and you know it’s

 

Because we’ve got that springtime crazy

 

And these hearts of ours

These throbbing hearts of ours

Have grown so hungry

And of infinite size

Under these ever-changing desert skies

Georgie Abel is a climber, writer, and yoga teacher from the San Francisco Bay Area. She loves slabs, coffee, power spots, highballs, gin and tonics, poetry, running in the mountains, and not training. She writes about her adventures at www.georgieabel.wordpress.com.

This piece is an excerpt from her book of poetry called Go West Young Woman.  It is also published in the latest issue of The Climbing Zine. 

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