removal.
2006-05-03 11:31 p.m.
for lack of composure, my lips have sunk back into one another, one thing (unavailable for speaking) that can trace me back to my beginnings, can remind methat there was a time when i failed repeatedly at communicating, and that these seconds are that time returning, are time clutching its stomach in remembrance.
i make a sorry savior, out of these situations. i can not train my eyes back to connection, to the basic human idea of truth and understanding, so i wait.
this is the tide, and the tide is passing.
bubbled over, hopefulness sustains me, forms comfort in the presence of newly abandonded mothers, make motions toward the father, and this home, this home is stricken and widowed, is childless and hollowed, is caving in its walls because it once was a family.
it echoes, the sounds of the sea coming back after months away from the ocean, except that this has been two days, and these people, these people who are not my people
they are prone,
already,
to feeding themselves on the terrible, to being guardians and protectors. these people, born with the knowledge of growing old together, they are
enviable in their own right, knowing
the contours of this loving, of child-rearing and relearning
each time
the intracacies of personalities, the tender arms and bodies, and their progeny (making trees inside the forests)
are in desperate need of the parental holdings
that only their creators can provide.