She Motioned (Poem)

Sometimes it's difficult to see where the puzzle pieces of my life are placed, or if they've been lost in the endless marathon of moving days, continent changes and switched schools. Other times a day comes along that shines in just the right way, and awakens me with just the right slow warmth, hiding the approaching storms from me with the smiles of pine trees. And then there are these days.

Laughter in an earth’s splendid day–

a stream of broken sky in her brown eyes;

hushing

tears, as words:

      all I am in a few moments of harmony

      comes from a brilliance I don’t have, born

      a religion that crumbles cornerstones. 

today, fitting together pieces of me

I

replace her tempest of fitful rhythms.

I

defend my forbidden night ego,

I

watch still stars cover unblinking nights,

then mingle like a sob in a sandstorm.

      gently sifting…from above, watching

bursts of orange sunshine wrap a fierce day,

curl worlds with forgotten girls’ hair. 

Then she laughs,

lights up her skin in just that way –

and there’s my fitted sky–

slipping on a sunset’s lick…

diving towards earth,

arms bent forward like an old man shaking with laughter.