The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poem Thread, 10/18/07

[BlueIris]

"Dust"

Someone spoke to me last night,
told me the truth. Just a few words,
but I recognized it.
I knew I should make myself get up,
write it down, but it was late,
and I was exhausted from working
all day in the garden, moving rocks.
Now, I remember only the flavor—
not like food, sweet or sharp.
More like a fine powder, like dust.
And I wasn't elated or frightened,
but simply rapt, aware.
That's how it is sometimes—
God comes to your window,
all bright light and black wings,
and you're just too tired to open it.

—Dorianne Laux

[BlueIris]

1. Kick.

[BlueIris]

2. Kick.

[BlueIris]

3. One last kick.

And for those who need the reminder; this poem thread and all the preceding ones are in my journal. Enjoy!