Strangely unsettling.
On a sticky warm June evening,
out of a foggy random happening,
Memory - breaks out like dawn,
peeling away muffling layers of carefully draped darkness
until all that remains
is raw, formless, soul-eating emotion,
pincer-grasping one's heart and dangling it around...
a game of cat and mouse...
a killer whale with an unfortunate seal.
So kind of karma
that such deliberation is halted
by an abrupt rambunctious cacophony
of a very young, very naive, very dreamy spirit.
One cannot stay too sad, too long,
for there is much to be done.
So much to be done
for someone still dreams.
The hurt heart learns to live wrecked dreams through the ships of others...
others who haven't hit the blank, gray, shore-less ocean of hopelessness.
June 24, 2011.
