Virginia has taught me
- Kemry Farthing
- Mar 19
- 1 min read

there is something
older than your mother, something
that knows more.
The mountains feel the weight
of the ocean, the waves of the tide
tugging on their legs, like toddlers
climbing a human mother in the kitchen.
The Virginian trees are hundreds
of years old and still newborn
compared to their ancient fathers
who were all cut down by colonists in need
of a roof,
one father protecting another
father’s children. Together.
Grasses here grow thick, shallow,
and mean, and the blackberries
with more thorns than any
English rose. I’ve watched the cardinals
build a home in them.
The dirt here is a god, a creator aching
for the chance.
I don’t believe the moon shines
brighter here than anywhere else,
but the snow globe nights are deep
and every inch of this place is haunted.
The sands are my daughter’s hair, caught between my fingers,
catching shells and birds and
pine sap, wet knuckles, rolling,
yellow leaves, and a
deep damp breath.
Kemry Farthing is a poet and maker. She lives in Virginia with her husband, children, and ducks. Her work has been published with Psaltery & Lyre, Recenter Press, FLARE, and more.
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