Thursday, September 8, 2011

Day 217.

Yesterday I stood, hard, tall

At the lip of a pool of my sorrow
Metal shield at my chest

Arms at my sides, no sword
Only prepared for defense.

I crouched, peered in
Tried silencing the songs of crows and pests

So as to hear the beating of my heart,
Untangle the ambivalence

And leaned forward, hesitantly
One hand on my back, one hand on my breast.

A deliberate dip of the toes,
A mindful whiff of the scents

Produced tears, without diving in,
And I still was present

To the sorrow, deep sorrow
Awaiting my descent.

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