a poem that came tearfully through last full moon in a secret hiding spot by the river called a lifes work: she has struck, the muse - and we only have minutes before she returns to her vegetable state. so i must keep up, what besides presence is more available? and yet, so elusive. inspiration comes as a shock, like a banging of pots... inspiration - she grabs you by the hands guiding you through alder groves and riverbends. and when you arrive (finally! you say) she has disappeared, into thin air. and so you stay up, night after night, with one eye open & its not until you get to a crowded street, without your paper or pen, that she returns. and you are forced to use your voice, but there are no words - that can speak of a power, so fine and so you shriek. you shriek, you tumble, and still your heart beats. and still, you must. keep. going. writing one damn poem wont save us, there is no finish line, and so let your mantra be: make & make & make. until you are bleeding from calloused apprehension. until you have written your way to the darkest part of the cave, with not even a crack of light. until illumination isnt even a concept you can grasp. until youve traveled to the bottom of the ocean, where no other creature lives. biting your tongue here, until the small child that knocks at your door daily, whispers still: make & make & make. before you tie the noose, with that slip knot they taught you - close your eyes, look at her. she is looking up to you, because it is you & only you: who can look back. so look her dead in the eyes and surrender... say YES! ... yes, i will - i will make for you and i wont stop. because one fort isnt enough, and youre reminding me of why im here. and i just remembered you. she sits, she is relaxing... she is taking your blocks and she is building. she is climbing the structure, and getting closer to you. eye-level now, she looks, studying the curves of your eyelashes. she traces your chin, and you have never felt anything quite so tender. you look deeply back, youre starting to let go - youre letting go of all that has kept you tense & staggering. because you are witnessing an angel & before this, you didnt even know god. so look at her, keep looking. do whatever it takes to live this precious life for her.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 20:22:59 +0000
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