It comes unadorned
Like a phrase, strong enough to cast a spell.
It comes unbidden
Like the turn of sun through hills or stars in wheels of song.
The jeweled feet of women dance the earth, arousing it to spring.
Shoulders broad as a road bend to share the weight of years.
Profiles breach the distance and lean
Toward an ordinary kiss.
Bliss.
It comes naked into the world like a charm.
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I learned this poem when I worked at AIT. I used to go for a walk after lunch every day.
I experimented with walking on the street, or in the parking lot behind the building but none of these felt safe and I was constantly in fear of getting hit by a truck. So I settled for walking back and forth on the sidewalk in front of the building. Get to the end, turn around and go back. It felt a little funny at first but then I got over it and everyone who thought I was weird got used to me pacing back and forth. Probably they still thought I was weird but they never said anything.
One day I saw a finch in the doorway of one of the other businesses along that sidewalk. It was barely moving. I don't know if it was injured or tired. The next day it was gone.
1 comment:
No, not the only one who will ever read this. You have at least two secret admirers here. Maybe some short poetry memorization would be good for this old admirer too.
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