look
you and I, we were born at a bad time
we fought our way out of the womb,
hardscrabble, with knives clenched in our teeth,
and immediately hunkered down
between slabs of development and nerve endings.
we have soaked our hearts lovingly in brine,
put them in on the top cupboard,
among the other Mason jars. we remember how to be civil,
we know how to stretch our mouths around a smile,
how to make it reach our eyes.
what is left when the tides recede is ours.
what can be inferred from the darkness
is our legacy and inheritance. I can wait
for the seeds to thicken into stems,
for the unraveling of the reckoning.
Labels: Fred
8/02/2008 09:41:00 PM