and and and…

possibly one of my favorite pieces of art to pass by unexpectedly…

when did you realize i was not your daughter? i stumbled into the street and saw your shadow.

when did you realize i was not your sister? i rode by the house we slept in and heard your laugh.

when did you realize i was not your wife? i heard this song walking home and it echoed.

but with all the hymns and chants and poetry and posturing, those questions have stopped. i felt myself covered in wings and each time i breathe it is deeper and sweeter.

there is no reason to look back anymore. what sits in front of me is all i can ask for. you showed me reflections and i hear ripples. he said once that i was a broken mirror. no. i had merely hidden it, giving myself no credit for me.

tonight i am outstretched, peeled off in layers and warm to the touch.

something i planted has grown and i am immediately transfixed, bare and vulnerable and salty. i hear my voice and it is softened and sweet, and i am not afraid.

there’s no reason to worry.

i am luck and i am treasure and i am all things unknown. i am a risk and a dare and a sure thing all wrapped into an enigma and blah blah blah. don’t you know a silly set of words when you see them?

but i close my eyes and my fingers continue to wander, emptying out the day into letters and thoughts. i found my way home with that slight smile and that somethin’ somethin’ that kept me warm and delicious.

everything and nothing slices through my chest and i am no longer those words they iterated.

I am prejudiced in favor of him who, without impudence, can ask boldly. He has faith in humanity, and faith in himself. No one who is not accustomed to giving grandly can ask nobly and with boldness.
~ Johann Kaspar Lavater

The first symptom of love in a young man is timidity; in a girl boldness.
~ Victor Hugo

The boldness of asking deep questions may require unforeseen flexibility if we are to accept the answers.
~ Brian Greene

  One thought on “and and and…

  1. May 11, 2010 at 6:34 pm

    love the writing
    love the quotes
    thank you for your kind words

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