Dec 31, 2009

Two Poems for T. | Text of the Poem

The plants of the lake
saw you one morning.
The stones the goats the sweat
exist outside of days
like the water of the lake. 5
The lake remains unmarked
by the days’ pain and clamor.
The mornings will pass,
the anguish will pass,
other stones and sweat 10
will bite into your blood—
it won’t always be like this.
You’ll rediscover something.
Another morning will come
when, beyond the clamor, 15
you’ll be alone on the lake.

You also are love.
Made of blood and earth
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