I cannot be swayed.
I begin now to recognize,
love I thought to know
was not my own.
Every gate I thought to open
now stands shut.
Every face every pair of lips I used to touch
lingers only as a brooding thought.
What put an end to desire?
were these moments I can no longer
bear to look at?
So many tears.
God bless you those who tried to show me.
Staring at dawn through the cracked windshield
of a 1978
Plymouth Voyager, an intermission
between leaving and arriving. I'm
Long since the all night drive out of the city.
the heart's secret celebration.
Since midnight's myriad of starchips
like a thousand elegant words into my lap.
With the voices of
children calling escape, escape.
Some tearful memory wakes in me.
My concentration turns to
Watching the sun rise with loyalty, I determine
what gave me the
strange courage to leave?
Hasn't life always been good to me?
I tried to reinvent my life by climbing a high hill where I
the elements particular to my inner self. It was dark. I could
Everything must be lit within. The moon, though far away is
You, I think of you, as one who is lit and I can't bear
returning to my
empty room. I'm lit within when I think of you. And look at my
eyes like dancers. In love to the very end.
Wind is lit by the innermost quarter of God's breath. Women
in the middle of the afternoon to noone while their husbands'
whisper away are lit within. The presence of hummingbirds,
whose wings are lit by their situation. And as the clover wilts and my
leaves, I am lit, despite my broken heart, despite the sound
loosened by the evening. Don't ask: how can love accumulate
without a companion? Say: What a companionable woman! Look
how she waits in contemplation for his return. She is sincerely lit within.