Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Here are the next two prose poems in the current series I've been writing.
they say it's better to bend and bend so not to break the green branch does this but the dry one snaps in two yet sometimes breaking's the only way to change how would the chick get born if the eggshell didn't break? and what about that glaze of ice splintering on the pond each spring? if I can't break with ghosts from the past I won't grow if my heart was never broken I couldn't offer you safe haven there now
on the other hand some things shouldn't break but they do and we can't always fix these friendships for instance I remember one that shattered into a thousand bleeding pieces no matter how long I searched I could never find them all other treasures we wished stayed whole are bones vows dreams fine crystal castles in the air families certain toys and the human spirit
then again a break can be a gap in time or space which let's us rest and opens up to unexpected worlds when I take a break I stop pushing too hard and plodding grimly ahead freeing my soul from the constricting carapace of cause and effect I come back home to the reality of here and now a break can be a widening crack in my prison cell's wall it can lead to a breakout a hairsbreadth escape as liberating Light pours through!
heaven and hell and everything between course through me in waves yesterday I danced on the foaming crest today I founder in the turbulent trough I'm not a granite cliff but a sort of walking ocean through which ceaseless waves rise and fall much is lost in those waves much found when a wave takes me it engulfs like my uttermost reality when it throws me down I splinter into shards of yet another shattered world
I think I was conceived smack in the curl of a breaking wave there's this rawness in me this need to thrust onward this oneness with the surge and tumble it's a rootlessness a restless becoming don't be fooled when you watch me standing quietly or sitting still I'm cascading wildly somewhere far out at the glittering edge nothing but towering sky above unplumbed depths below
One day you'll wave as I pause briefly silhouetted alone on the glowing horizon and I'll wave back but I won't return I'll keep going I'll keep going until only my absence remains just an empty space filled with the rising sun I'll keep going borne by that final wave which carries me beyond all others beyond even these breakers of love and grief horror and gladness I'll keep going until I find you again