Wednesday, February 8, 2017

discovery ...










Obedient
obedient & folded with perfection & promise upon the lean, sure assumption
that i could trust
the patriarchal cords that hung like blue balloon strings from my sky
my sky ...
obedient & voiceless
possessed by sensual demons & an artists hand
sculpting worlds & avenues of desire
to a god that did not respond to love or lean mercies
ruching, roses & a chained longing for something more marked
my skin as tiny & fragile as the bones in the wing of a sparrow
hold on
hold on and wait
age will bring fury & resistance, awakening & mischief
youth's wild canter & trust
gives way to
this moment where anything is possible
the dog suddenly barks into the night
and
the
electric camphor of forgetfulness is forgiven once again