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Until These Tears Fall from Your Eyes
by Alison McKenzieIn the deepest stretch of the valley,
There is a knowing that permeates
Every fiber, every neuron, every particle -
The morning mist before
The sun burns through.
As I inhale, filling my lungs to capacity
Before my jaw goes slack,
And I let it all out again,
There is this knowing,
This moment.
It is quiet with the force
Of roiling waters
On the long journey
Over stone and earth,
Back to sea;
Sweet as a cool breeze
Just after the scorch
Of an entire day
Alone.
At the core of it,
Stillness, where
No vibrational wave
Discovers the way in.
It is the distance before collide,
The darkness escaping,
This knowing
That what I did
Was right,
And good
Under the circumstances
And that there was
No
Other
Way
07/12/2009 Posted on 07/12/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 07/12/09 at 04:00 PM ..... wonderful..... |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 07/12/09 at 05:05 PM Awesome poem. That's all I can say. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/12/09 at 11:53 PM ...at the end [sorta] you mention the I, it's the same I we all have and i love the way you say what all you say then sorta slip in, like it's incidental, that lil' I pronoun...that's the existence we live, the I existence...lovely. |
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