Neatly packed is this childhood of mine
around the patriarchs and matriarchs
who buried joy in my deep heart
and kept me from being torn apart.
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
Neatly packed is this childhood of mine
around the patriarchs and matriarchs
who buried joy in my deep heart
and kept me from being torn apart.
You took flight
like the fat sparrows
from my deck
and carried my cargo
with you through the door
that opens and closes the space
between time and eternity.
Below the birds, the ocean stretches wide;
And above, the sky hangs grey and low
Covering the wake of the sail boat
As across the void it quietly floats,
Falls over the horizon
And leaves a space where once you were.
From up here
so wide is the stretch
of the sea
so low is the spread
of the sky
our broken talk is
heard within
our own hearts only.
Behind the curtain of rain
all things move slowly
and deliberately
and slightly out of focus;
we make our way
through the mist,
mere shadows of ourselves.