Thursday, July 3, 2008

Collapse to Rise

I am not the one to contain water
But, for this night, I’m going to collapse myself
into the palm of my bed, knotted in my knees
beneath charcoal dust and lines
Only just a little, let the drips weep
But, when the oiled pavement and green metal fence
welcome the orange horizontal beams
On this dotted intersection, when my window rattles,
“You are meaningless…’ping’.”
In respect and wonder, I will make my way back,
Over this indention, out from under these sinking covers
Into these sandals, pearl anklet, and stethoscope
To be bound and humbled to peer up at a pink awning
Fore, there may be nothing more…I’m sure
Not lonely, but warmest home—to soon be but a particle for which light to refract,
And, for eyes to misinterpret as “God”
But tomorrow morning, I’ll simply step, one at a time—
Brightening my smile, my content, to be omni-unpowerful, yet bold and curved

--Susie E.

2 comments:

Jonathan said...

Hi Susie-

I've sent a PM to you via RD.net, I was hoping you could read it and give me your opinion if you have the chance. Thanks.

Jonathan said...

Thanks for the link to my second blog- it's always nice to be referred to as "godless of epic proportions".