it became sticky
- none of the sadness
would leave -
no matter how old
or forgotten
as old as the womb
in that space before
before an intricate thread of life
moved into a soul
and something got lost
a pattern got formed
out of natal memories
and some before life residue
solidified like the salt of dry eyes
and an unexamined heart
an umbilical chord plugged in
a silent unhappy foetus bolted
– a change of heart -
and now, in service, offers a life healing
cutting, unplugging, dissolving
all (life)time, like I could have been
born differently. In that space
I can find this pain
and needing the brightest
light to drown in it
No soul can survive such a separation
Tags: 2009, death, healing, sadness, separation
