She woke early,
creeping down the stairs, out the door, lost as to where she was.
Surrendering herself completely to the arms of the rain. Feeling the
soft sensation of each drop enveloping each separate individual thought.
Following the murmur of each voice, each step, following the scent of
lavender out to the garden.
Something in the Garden
of Eden that drew her out, drew her further in, as if the garden could
read her despair, read the grief within her, reading every word of life
on the delicate form of her cheek. The ignorance of the truth became her
face, the face of a photograph frozen in time, the solemnity of
something stained in her eyes.
The last trace of a
broken being, a shy smile, the impossible direction of a world pressing
in, rested on the bare iron bench of her escape. Wanting to lie down,
fall asleep, if only for a short while.
But her sneakers kept her going..
As I catch
myself falling, without dwelling, I reinvent myself. Shelf that other
person, spiritually connect under the shower after a long hard run as the warmth of the water
runs across my body. No longer feeling the need to save everything from
washing down the drain......mesmerized, on long dirt roads, and blackened pavement.
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