even as the season begins
its theater again
again the thousand mouths
agape in hungry joy
and song
singing like leaves crackling
of the ache I've carried
since I was 15
perhaps I should still be 15
second guessing every
possibility: if, what if
as if in an infinity mirror until
an appropriate darkness
descends like kindness
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Pic: Huck needed to be carried part of the way by Big A on our long, hot Sparty walk. Max is a bit jealous.
7 comments:
Oooh I love that poem Maya! Gorgeous.
Sweet Huck and kind Big A! I hope Dalmac is going well. Your poem nails it. Absolutely spot on.
I love the first line of this poem. It can either be said as a sigh or as a simple fact, like a task. And isn't that what needs doing each time we awaken? Also wonderful is the simile of an infinity mirror. Just really good work here.
Nice.
Thank you, friends!
This made me think about how that 15-year-old questioning can be so painful, but I guess it opens up new possibilities.
How serious every thing seems when one is 15. I always wonder if we lose something when it stops being so serious.
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