Day: Dec 2, 2015
There something missing from the picture
that’s imprinted on the scissors of my soul:
A c(h)ord that should have anchored me;
a featherbed (that’s heart-shaped) or a hole.
Nostalgia for the time before all time —
Before I was a twinkle in an angel’s eyes.
Before the fire was made into our star.
Before the light beamed from creation’s whys.
Before there was that visit from afar.