Friday, March 13, 2009

When the Time Comes for Singing

The water flings itself down insistently,
a thousand shifting mouths
gulping at the ground.
"You are like me," it says,
"hurtling from moment to moment,
atoms dancing and clinging,
full of vibration and crashing silence."
Do not be afraid, my darling!
Water falls,
and your body's samba dances itself.
Silence snags and catches in your throat,
but your heart still sings the song it knows.
When the time comes for breaking open,
you will break open.
When the time comes for singing,
you will fill your lungs and fling yourself,
in the only direction there is.