Genuflections of Open

…as much as she longed to, she didn’t approach him:

there was no room, only he was there, giving

a radiance that hurt her eyes…

~Rilke

Crying, she was relieved that the pain

made her eyes water.  Just the simple

~

act of shedding tears, even if it was simply

a physical response, makes her feel

~

like a mountain side being eroded

by the beating waves of some polluted

~

ocean, or an icecap melting down

to the deep.  Erosion is a form of melting

~

or eclipsing strength.  With a hard

swallow, she tries to speak, but no

~

sounds would pass her parched

lips.  Terror took her, cradled her

~

every inch, shrinking her, clearing

the breath right out of her chest.  She gasps

~

in delight of openness: the essence of divinity

in the movement of humid air.  Her graces come

~

from a slow controlled inhale ready to

embrace the burdens of godless dervishes

~

spinning everything around so it moves faster

than she can notice.  She’s distilled from the tisk,

~

tisk, tisk, let go of bitterness, if you don’t it will

just fill you.  Sitting right back into herself becoming her

~

own chair, comfortable there, despite something

sinister spinning.  All of the angels did sing,

~

while waiting to stand in

for everything:  lists of names

~

dancing out of time.

 

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1 Comment

  1. love this and can feel it immensely. a line that particularly love the best is: erosion is a form of melting or eclipsing strength.


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