Thursday, January 5, 2012

she pressed her life

Jesus walks in the sun for me.

In the dusty slumber of life you’ve been swallowed, been buried twice.
I wipe my hands on moss from my love, dirt covering you, finding you.


3.27.10
In the red of death I kiss the distance in your eyes
You kept the world in them, every color
And by looking at me you showed me peace
Such black stares of peace
And now I trample in the parks of despair
My constancy, where did you go?
Wrapped up in rose and gold, where did you go?
There’s no such thing as heaven, not even time,
So my dear, where did you go?
Where does such beauty vanish, my rarest, sweetest girl?
Where?
You walked quietly, gracefully, for 16 years.
Leaving right when the white blossoms were coming.  
Now they’re here and you're 
Not.
You left with a hush, 
In my arms.  


12.24.2011
How did so much time already slip away?  She peeled out of this life we so simply shared.  She has a way of still curling up with me, and I smell her, her dusty head and warm little bones.  Some were hard, like her apple skull but still soft like her little ribs, her many little ones in her bending black paws.  I still feel her holding my hand, the way she’d step on me and press on me, just sitting.  She pressed her life in me.  



I hold it forever. 


Shelter Island

E Kelly's Spiritual Journey on Cherish Your Time: 
"Guard your time.  This moment is a treasure.  Don't give a minute to something that does not make you happy.  Don't endure anything that makes you feel less."

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