Sunday, April 7, 2013
Can we rest?
"we may shine
we may shatter
may be pickin up the pieces here on after
we are fragile we are human
we are shaped by the light let through us
we break fast
cause we are glass."
blurs in my memory a little
because of boxing things up
and pain and things not said or
things said but roads not taken and
But there was a boymanchildthing
who got me out of my chain mail and
pulled me out of class one day and it was
pouring outside. Simply pouring.
and pulled me into a green grassy field
Dance with me.
I was not amused
I do not want to dance
and get rained on
are you crazy?
And he said
dance with me,
woman. We don't get
many signs like these.
how often, really
does he ask you to dance
and it is raining(!)
I said yes.
It couldn't have
been the hours it felt like.
I know people saw us because
they spoke of it later
speculating on the beauty of it
hoping to make me blush
and deny it
but it felt like he had written me a song
and we were the only people who had
ever heard it and would ever heard it.
We danced and our bodies fit together
like two pieces of a puzzle
and all the gas and fire and rage and frustration
We were quiet and didn't speak
we just danced
and I will never forget how cool and quiet it felt.
How comforted I was by the presence of someone
who took comfort in the rain as well.
In my reptile brain
this memory is classified as
highly painful. So it fades
and seems blurry and beautiful
so any refreshers would be appreciated
because a reclassification is in order