I Lost Time
to sorrow and the seeking to
pull frayed threads of my heart
together. How it snaked away
into salt and tears and terribleness, and ache
and chalky bones of emptiness. I lost time to
incomprehension and denial and not understanding
bitterness. For years there was no bitterness, just a wandering
from anguish to confusion. Bitterness, when it came like a rough black seed
its hardest most unyielding expression stamped at the end of a long long sentence –
I knew it was not for me, useless rusted thumbtack. Roiling bile, thimble of poison.
And so I took it back — time — breath by breath, glimmer of moonstone, moments of remember
restitching reframing, gather of puzzle pieces fitting them in wonder, breathing and
breathing stretch of memory beyond the shore, ride the lap of ripples
touch a further land, dissolve my human propensities —
expand
this heart.
Know nothing.