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Sunday, November 14, 2010
October 31, 2010
First Lesson
You know the line where
ocean meets sky
just past all we know
deep waters and the pull of darkness
touch heaven
that line
that’s where he delivered me
I was five
His arms wide in that
rocking darkness
his hands firm
It was a game
a sputtering of laughter
breathing
gulping
choking
going under
And then he let go
Then I was alone
And I knew without knowing
And I moved without going
And I saw I was all that I have
(How did he know
I could find my own motion?)
Breathing
gulping
choking
going under
and under
moving
shaking
kicking
over darkness
screaming into light
just like the first time.
First Lesson
You know the line where
ocean meets sky
just past all we know
deep waters and the pull of darkness
touch heaven
that line
that’s where he delivered me
I was five
His arms wide in that
rocking darkness
his hands firm
It was a game
a sputtering of laughter
breathing
gulping
choking
going under
And then he let go
Then I was alone
And I knew without knowing
And I moved without going
And I saw I was all that I have
(How did he know
I could find my own motion?)
Breathing
gulping
choking
going under
and under
moving
shaking
kicking
over darkness
screaming into light
just like the first time.
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