I thought I was doing the right thing
all hunkered down and quiet here wrapped up like
an Eskimo.
I sheltered myself , wrote sonnets on the discarded skins
of lizards painted wings on the backs of sparrows .
I told myself stories about sunlight and water.
I resisted all my urges to return to the place where I had once
Caught Fire
I was forming new skin with dark blue type written as
sacred slogans tattooed on these hands that now feel so helpless.
I took refuge inside a moss covered old growth redwood stump
You know, the one I asked to be buried in.
I stayed there despite:
the wind pounding against walls around me of indescribable green
the wind makings sounds of an old woman’s creaking bones
the wind muffling a crying woman’s lament
the wind in an argument with the rigid fallen forest.
I left this place for a moment and when I was not paying attention the other shoe dropped.
The wind screamed at me from across the road as if to say “watch out!” but it was too late.
May 4, 2010 at 6:27pm Re: love yes life is fabulous. we are moving to a new house at my dad's with his new girlfriend. my new school is good. lacrosse season is almost over. :( | |
