Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Knowing
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Continuation
I am from her incessant holiness
and little pins stuck through purses
congratulatory thoughts as light spoke into the darkness
from “what happened to her?”
to “what happened to them?”
I am from total rock music and seven swans
everyday, something golden and new
I am from early mornings
spent rolling through the fog on Samson or Jonah
I am from idealism
and I am from that smiling, bobbling head
gleaming with all promise and foreshadowing
I am from oxygenated, starry nights
with the windows down and melodies lifting us away from youth
and scattering us miles apart
I am from “SHOWERS!”, chow, a cannon
and a well-developed dread for the five o’clock hour
I am from the vine, a withered thirsty branch
filling up on Thursday nights
I am from reconnection after dissatisfactory chatter
half of those absences accounted for and
half hearted delinquency in the park
totaling one whole mess of my affections
I am from mourning my mother’s endless tears
and turning my back on David
praying for his redemption
I am from the glow of reality
brighter as layers of life continually peel back
in joy and in sadness
Monday, January 25, 2010
To to to
she feels the dirt falling under her feet
and sees the mountainous clouds colliding
rolling
peaks and valleys just miles above her head
manic shouts of thunder alert thousands of birds
to take flight away from here
every dried blade of grass folds
and buries itself hurriedly beneath the soil
to the left and to the right, she is alone
frantic, she sprints to to to
the place in her mind that takes her
away away away
from a lonely world that moves much too quickly
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Mess
The woman covered in sandstorm robes
bent slightly to pull rope and motivate her bucket skyward.
It took all the strength in her arms
and inspired an ache in her thigh.
She clenched her jaw and breathed in preparation for
one last exertion
and falling backward, the woman saw the vessel rise
and sway
and spill across stone, sand, and cloth
before diving again, invisible, into the well.
She remembered that when one wrestles deep water,
one should expect to make a right mess.