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[writewithme-cs]

Don’t miss this

I find the grandest window in the house

and press my face against the panes of light

swimming through - warming my throat

which awakens constricted some mornings

with cold denial, flailing in its chaotic manner

away, away from the blooming - the saplings

sprouting up and shouting at nerve endings

“Spring is coming and you must feel it!”

vibrations escape from its frigid prison

“I must, I must!”

vowing in every way to not miss this.

[writewithme-cs]

A whole world

When I feel too small

for others

I am a foreigner on old terrain

ignorant of love

or rather

hidden in a lie

of subtle false humility

reeking of worthlessness

an unfortunate anchor for my body.

At times

grandeur overwhelms

but I’ve got a whole world within my soul

inviting me to dwell inside

out

much bigger than I can see

vast - demanding presence

like a body of water

swishing in the chaos

contents threatening the edge

and over we spill

into the unknown

the love I’m still learning

to bask in; sun soaked

and shaken from the swim

I rest in it

with no plan of reciprocity

but to live in this gravity

filled with what I was afraid to be

a holy mystery.

[writewithme-cs]

The question of sight

How should I be

when I cannot see what’s in front of me

and the unknown grasps me by the throat?

Unable to fight off this ghost

with two hands

it’s the wave I feel

crashing upon my shore

at night in low light

cold spreading across the sand

what I think is my enemy

propels my feet forward

on sinking ground

building tolerance and stride

I find you in the middle

in the middle of unfriendly fire

rain imprisons all sight.

Will you say my name again? 

Remind me with one word

how to stand on unsteady land

while my frantic need escapes

through escalation

clarity arrives - hazy at first

like awakening

with sleep still in the eyes

I want to capture the sound of my name

when you say it

and press it close between flesh and bone

to keep for a rainy day

when I’m afraid of blindness.

So what am I to do with sight

but embrace

what I cannot be?