a time to grieve; a time to dance

Have you ever found a glistening coin on the bed of a flowing stream? You point at it but your friend isn't quite able to see it. Or maybe your friend is pointing at something at a short distance and, for all your neck-craning, you can't quite see what it is.

This blog is exactly that. This is me pointing at something that I know is there and hope you'd see, too. Whether it's at a golden mask at the bottom of the well or an eagle soaring high in the sky, I wish you Happy Looking!

23 June 2011

Tonight

The air is pregnant and humid.
The night is warm like late afternoon.

I hope for a cool breeze
and stare at the half-moon
yellow as my teeth.
I claw at Fate for a chance
to see you again.

Disrobed, I stand
naked with emotion

despair, longing, desire, anger,
lust, burning, wishing, gratitude,
consignment, acceptance, loathing, love

Perhaps to embrace each one
as real and part of me
and grant them the right
of passage through my belly
till they scorch a moon-shaped hole
through my chest.
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