Friday, May 4, 2012

Despair has a Knife

Great white bodies are
floating across Manets' dotted
blue white sky. Curling edges
beckon and reach as 
clouds glide forward, merging
into a single, softened line.

Such clouds seduce me into
thinking this world is good,
this world is easy,
when today it is not,
it is not.

I feel despairs' quick knife
slice across my chest
as I gaze up, with always the
companion, a sharp inhale of pain
and at the slow release,
peace invades
through the open wound.

September

 The oak tree in the backyard is finally turning yellow. I'm always reminded of these photos I took with Andrew and Nadia when the tree ...