Friday, February 12, 2016
You Never Know
As you wend your way along your circuitous path of chance going first this way then that, you never know when you will be struck as if by thunder and have your heart splayed open like a steamed clam. You never know when the fever will end or how high it will rise or where your crazed feet will carry you as consider ways to quell the ache of openness, the helplessness of no defense. You may long for the quiet numbness of the days before you were blessed, but you know that the fires will dim soon enough. While they burn you witness your gifts being peeled away one by one and surrender to a tender hunger. All that you have you leave at the altar, the monument to your having passed by this way some time ago, long before you were old enough to remember.