Sep. 29th, 2010

The Beach

Sep. 29th, 2010 10:28 pm
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The Beach

Lying on my back
my face to the side
I see the curve of the world:
the sky, a dome above
the earth, a globe below.

The sun is felt by its presence
the ocean, vast in her breath
and there is nothing between them.
As beings we sail where they meet
then retreat into the ground swimming.

We are as birds just landing from flight
and our minds, kelp washed ashore,
our feelings as gentle as the sand.
It is so soft as it yields to touch,
how can it be just one thing?

How are there so many grains?
You will look forever if you wanted someone in the world just like you.
It means to move in the wind when you are a grain of sand.
A grain of sand must always be surrounded by others, many.
Else what keeps it from being all that is left from a star-- the beginning of another one?

Conflict

Sep. 29th, 2010 10:30 pm
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Looking between her hands
she holds her baby girl.
the child's father is gone
she hadn't wanted to do this alone.

the girl grows up
given everything she hadn't wanted.
the child's father comes and goes
she watches him from the window.

the mother remarries
has a son with this new man.
the girl watches their family
wondering when her father will arrive.

she leaves for college
dates unavailable men
hurts herself over and over again
for failing to connect to her father.

the mother waits for her to return
so that she can take her under her wing again
but the girl stays out late
playing lonely games.

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