“What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? / The world would split open.”
Poet Muriel Rukeyser

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Ripped Open

The discordant notes like the draw
of string and bow
a concert of
wind through trees.

Clanging timpani and banging
kettle drum bass
a wild storm
this morning.

Morning? This predawn symphonic
to chords of light
jagged sky.

As if heaven was pouring forth
heavy. As if
a waterfall
or river.

Socks, fleece, a cup of hot coffee
dogs being dogs
with wet tongues
sloppy dawn.

A pause, a quiet moment, the
sun rise behind
heavy clouds
rain. Or tears?

More rain than I have seen in two,
maybe more, years.
Three AM

Lulling me awake. Reminding
me, life, shattered
ripped open
sky. Or soul?