bathed in salt, anointed with three names,
panic soaked to bone and ligament,
surrounded by generations
of sweat, hope, courage,
all choking on the future
in the pews.
years passed, bones hardened,
wilderness spread throughout your heart,
soul spoke to soil, sun kissing skin,
witness your fear, don’t fight it,
just witness and release.
Spine to the earth, surrounded by grass, leaves, all that ever was and ever will be,
Lost in misguided notions, ’til love finally found me.
I think back to lovers who’ve called me their ecstasy –
She let me course through her veins like torrential rains,
Until I flooded her whole with half-truths and ire.
Born in the fire, I kept taking what I wanted.
Short of light-hearted, there wasn’t much to deposit.
I wept not, when he and I finally departed.
Darker parts of my history could desimate the next man’s sanity,
Though I transcend past pain and vanity, ribs aching with reality –
Let us shed our cloaks, we joke but true lives hide behind each line,
You can pick a place, that’s fine, but now is always the right time.
(The Beach at Honfleur – Monet; photographed at LACMA)