10-Line Tuesday

April 6, 2010


There will be a day you will be catapulted from your own bedrock.
Around you, everything humming as usual, but a scream
will have lodged in your throat, dismantling your song. That shock
will mutate into sadness, then rage, then something so out of proportion
you will not recognize its borders. And then it will be time
to walk the long hallway and it will seem almost obscenely solitary,
you dangling above the precipice of your tiny life, a caricature of alone.
But then, like a great wind – a thousand hands, prayers, offerings will carry
you home, and just like that you will be joined forever, your soul
twinned with everything you see, the heart of the world so clear and close and whole.