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Have you noticed the leather wings
affixed to my skinny bones? Still when I day dream I hold to that almost reality I thought was unwavering. Life is long you say, and they all echo that it is not too late but what if it is? Not because we are set in stone, but because that vision on the beach was only a mirage and you my sand king lost to tide and wave and imagination. I know these chiroptera appendages are there for flight- I am afraid of leaving you and leaving that white beach where we eat fire poached fish and listen to the cerulean brine soothing doubts with that pacifying rhythm
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Breathtaking and life giving The strumming pounding reverberating music of it all Somehow we are a part and somehow we stand apart Alone collective woven strands of something much bigger We all know it and suffer to live it describe it discuss it or ignore it Disquiet me
Shake me from my slumber Trouble my foundation Disturb all my preconceived notions Unnerve me Satisfy my restless heart Agitate my inner quiet Make my soul fretful Push me Upset my reserve Discompose my rusty dreams Fluster my faithfulness Alarm my always Unsettle it all-Make me uneasy Disconcert me the way I trouble you Don’t leave me in my lonesome stillness Disquiet me An except as it appears on the C-Tran buses for Poetry Moves.
I have to believe that something of seventeen still lingers though she pains me with her adolescent optimism I return, hoping she wasn't wrong that there is beauty in the stacked stones along the path that there is a path indeed mountains to be scaled and conquered that the world is still ours |
AuthorErin is a doula, writer, mother to men, and teacher on permanent hiatus. She loves how writing connects us and thrives on the bright edges of human experience. |