Beautiful Creatures, Poem, Poetry

Carol Casey

Toad Medicine

toad changes Earth changes
as she moves across Her belly
like a lover,
like mother and child
like kindness.

Frumpy, lumpy sack of blood,
bones, heart, intelligence,
graceful airborne,
jelly bag landing,
pay attention

to small, vulnerable, never-made-
much-of black eyes
that penetrate; the breathing
in your hand that
whispers secrets.

Love the earth, love the secret
that cradles you here, be
the kindness that moves
you. Set me free.
Wash your hands.

Carol Casey lives in Blyth, Ontario, Canada. Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and has appeared in publications including The Leaf, The Prairie Journal, Synaeresis and a number of anthologies, most recently, Much Madness, Divinest Sense, Tending the Fire and i am what becomes of broken branch.