"I Just Wanted to be Easy..."
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psalm_onethirtyoneThe wind huffed in our ears all the way up the hill,
my skirt kicked and tangled with my boots.
My father walked steady, but I stopped to look behind us
at the snowy path falling straight down to the street.
I had a friend whose dreams came true
so he was afraid to sleep.
He looked to God for answers
and God said I do not know.
The sheep barn on the hill was empty, but
when we put out the hay they came running.
A ram, six ewes; four white lambs, one black lamb, limping
because of the dog that bit him.
If I admit I love you,
does it reflect on me?
Heaven knows I’m not fragile.
Lithe son of sinews, bones, and restless atoms
I wish I knew whether we understood each other.
Is our kinship just the reflection of my hope?
Are we one people with our wounds and secrets,
or am I your anthropologist,
trying to emulate and learn your language
earn your trust and study your patterns
so that one day you’ll maybe
take me in?
My father unbound the bales of hay, and I
carried buckets of sweet grain from the barn.
Our sky was the colour of goose feather down
and this is my country, my homeland and mother
and if I love you then I’m one among others.
The wind huffed in our ears all the way down the hill
while the black lamb watched us like a lighthouse-keeper.
I had to make some kind of choice
so I decided not to choose yet.
I’ll see you in your country to-morrow
I’ll take harbour in my sleep to-night.
Lithe son of sinews bones and restless cells
we are the children
of a God without answers.
Whatever reflects is just full of light.
my skirt kicked and tangled with my boots.
My father walked steady, but I stopped to look behind us
at the snowy path falling straight down to the street.
I had a friend whose dreams came true
so he was afraid to sleep.
He looked to God for answers
and God said I do not know.
The sheep barn on the hill was empty, but
when we put out the hay they came running.
A ram, six ewes; four white lambs, one black lamb, limping
because of the dog that bit him.
If I admit I love you,
does it reflect on me?
Heaven knows I’m not fragile.
Lithe son of sinews, bones, and restless atoms
I wish I knew whether we understood each other.
Is our kinship just the reflection of my hope?
Are we one people with our wounds and secrets,
or am I your anthropologist,
trying to emulate and learn your language
earn your trust and study your patterns
so that one day you’ll maybe
take me in?
My father unbound the bales of hay, and I
carried buckets of sweet grain from the barn.
Our sky was the colour of goose feather down
and this is my country, my homeland and mother
and if I love you then I’m one among others.
The wind huffed in our ears all the way down the hill
while the black lamb watched us like a lighthouse-keeper.
I had to make some kind of choice
so I decided not to choose yet.
I’ll see you in your country to-morrow
I’ll take harbour in my sleep to-night.
Lithe son of sinews bones and restless cells
we are the children
of a God without answers.
Whatever reflects is just full of light.
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Date: 2010-02-08 07:03 pm (UTC)Lots of ~*professional*~ poems are not, in fact, poetry. Yours are.
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Date: 2010-02-09 02:42 am (UTC)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFy3gPzuGQc
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