| When the afternoon light touches the broad orange petals of the tiger lilies, mute tongues curled, I pray hard for such joyous sights to continue. But I pray wrong, selfishly. I don’t know where the words are going. I struggle to recall even the names of my old friends. When I remember, I try to search them out but I don’t have any illusions about their lives. It rained last night & all day today so the lake I can’t quite see over the tree line is pure frothy white. There is mist everywhere & I am alone in it. The white light burns my eyes, sears a holy purpose in my human frame. I’m setting out on a new journey, ever faithful. Early on, I walked away from everything, from things I loved. But now, when I come to the ocean, as I know I will, foaming like some impossible hell, I won’t despair or surrender. I’ll find a tree, growing from a crag on the shore & I’ll cut it down with the force of my loneliness. There is the shape of a boat hidden beneath the bark, I know it. So I’ll release it, using my most tender memories as tools. I’ll continue. Nothing will block my way. Copyright © 2014 by Nate Pritts. Used with permission of the author. |
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