Tuesday, March 10, 2015

A poem ...Getting Through

Getting Through

You pick your way through dim shadows,
tangled vessels
Stumble over piles of debris- black bags-
Each new layer crushing, compounding,
throbbing temple
Hiding sadness in cold, confused chaos
don’t think...
Step between battered suitcases
Hinting of pain, past places- grey
With lonely lethargy you upturn photos,
 lost in dust
Try to give some sense, some connection-
brown,  muddy,  fuzz.
What?  How?  Why?
air heavy, hot, oppressive
 hands shake, you pull back the curtain, fold by fold
 light with rainbow rays fills the room
Reveals treasure - long forgotten,
 you push the window
You,  are still –
A robin sings – you see him, red breasted, puffed,
Sitting on a branch .
You drink green dawn, deep into purple lungs
A breeze - soft, silent -sweeps away cobwebs.
You’re here...
Lifting your head skywards
You watch a plane unzip the blue.


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