by Maria Kintner
My essential business is learning to not be afraid of the inevitable.
Of watching the future without fear.
A silent, heavy wave.
An untied ribbon around my anxious little parcels.
The way the sunrise always shows up,
after a long night invades to stick its fingers in my throat
and choke me in the shadows.
It burns away in little embers, and I am left still breathing,
warm and blanketed, in peace.
You will find me floating on these seas,
slowly adrift to the shore.
It comes, whether I reach for it, or not.
Author's Note: I do not know if I am ready to walk on land, just yet, but I do know the shore does not exist without the sea. We are the same, in that way.
Posted on 08/11/2020
Copyright © 2020 Maria Kintner
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Richard Vince on 08/11/20 at 11:34 PM|
quietly and cautiously positive, even though those lessons can take a lot of learning. :) this poem evokes images of a cool night with the urgent wind blowing clouds across the stars. i hope you find the right land for you soon. :)