Sunday, November 1, 2009

Like a Lullaby

Tulips, 2006

It was a dark day.
So much cold, so little light.
It had shifted quickly.
Like a butcher, wrapping a piece
of my soul
, neatly, in plain
white paper
, and departing with it cradled
close to the chest
Leaving me incomplete,as if I’d never been finished.But I had --I’d been finished
and even rebuilt.
I didn’t want to go,but they arrived
in the midst of my darkness
and brought a ball of bright.So warm,so nice.
And they carried me away,softly, quietly,like a lullaby.