staring blindly at the sun
and wishing for clarity
the kind that only comes
when you can’t see anything
a storm passes through
and the trees
bend to meet their maker
as water runs rivulet
to river
to wash away
a tyranny
of dust
and we must learn to beg
forgiveness
or perception
zig and zag
as we run free
in the silence
between raindrops
we must learn
to drop to our knees
genuflect and
bow in a prayer
of defect
broken limb and
scattered branch
the only clues
to guide us
through a cold-cracked sky
of false deliverance
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.
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June 23rd, 2015 at 9:45 am
zig & zag … exactly.
June 23rd, 2015 at 10:47 pm
This is heart-thumping tear-bringing good. Reading it I was reminded of a quote by Adrienne Rich – ““There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.” It seems to fit in the open spaces here.