Archive for September, 2014
They say I was born of stardust.
They say they saw a star explode;
Fire streaking across the sky, its
Ash sprinkling along the river’s roar.
The elders say they saw my body form
As bones of earth rose from its depth.
They say they heard the river’s pulse
As it rose and jumped into my chest.
They say the streams of time flowed
Through the veins of moonlit wonder.
They say ancient rocks of the riverbed
Whispered secrets to my soul.
They say I was not meant to be confined,
I needed space only the heavens could provide.
They say each night my body thrashed
In burning pain as my wings touched
Upon the stars in spirit’s flight.
They say I climbed the mountain’s cry,
But did not return and they know why.
The wise ones say I did not fall nor did I die
For they watched me as I soared into the sky.
All I know is it is not dark from where
I watch my people gather at water’s edge,
Sipping life beneath my reflection.
I do not know the weight of mud,
the way they say it sucks you down
and throws upon you what you’ve outgrown;
but I do know the weight of blood,
how it ties you to life, to love,
and to people you’ve never known.
I know too well the lapse of days,
the way minutes disappear into years
and the shrinking time leads my fears;
but I do not know if spirit stays
when bound to this plan, to this love
of listening to what the heart hears.
I do not know the flight of bird,
the arc of wing or speed of air
or if he flies without a care;
but I do know the might of word,
whether it was kind and fair
or when spoken pain was spared.
I do not know the stretch of trees,
if their long arms dare to hug the sun
while underground roots continually run;
but I do know the catch of please,
how you are obligated to do or be done
as if you were ever really anyone.
And yet I know the cost of wind,
what is lost when breath lets go
and that which was will cease to know;
and better, I know the frost of sin
when all bitterness returns to snow.
In the cold, life and love still grow.