It's exciting to say.
S p a r k s.
But how to describe it? --
If it's honesty hour here,
Then I've lost a little of my spark.
Lost a little of... A beginning.
An infinite source.
A chance at love.
Without sparks, there's nothing.
No what if's.
That exciting abyss.
But like a lost kitten,
it's suddenly back.
Pawing at the screen door.
As if it didn't leap off the porch one day without looking back,
The good news is, it never goes really far.
She's never really lost.
But then, the sun rises one day and all the rain has eroded the debris that fell on your treasured spark.
Experience being rain.
The sun, hope.
And you see it.
That shiny old friend.
Laying in the supple ground,
And so you carefully pick it up, with the deepest knowing that it belongs to you.. like two old, childhood friends who can still make out the young cherub faces underneath theirwrinkles.
The eyes never change.
You take your old friend somewhere safe,
Stay close. "I'll never lose track of you again."
And though you very well might lose it again,
Yet, that's another day.
is without hesitation.
And the warmth of the sun on your face right now will never compare.. to the same sun you wished to savor, while you were rested on your pillow in the last twilight. ..
Phoetics/ No. 55 "Origins"
In these yawing miles
Within the far reaches of Georgia,
I am beginning to understand
How every dreamless child
In these hapless, desolate towns
Sits on the curb
In front of vacant store fronts
Their faces held in their grubby hands
Looking down the tracks
For some free ride to the coast
Away from the hot brown rivers
That barely move
And the grave yards of double wides
But it's taken you ever deeper into the interior,
Delivering you to every sloped porch
And you've found yourself back on every road of this red earth. -HMA