the first time

poetical sounds

you yanked me out of paradise
and gathered me under your storm,
this listless life revived once
more under your breath where you
resuscitate me with possibility
and the direction this heart, too
afraid before, to step forward,
straight ahead beyond the cliff
and into the chasm: to sojourn
into that nothingness reserved
not for memory but for silence,
wade deep into its unknown rivers
and comb through the vast wilderness
of non-thought before diving into
the great ocean to be baptized once
more in its hallowed waters– remove
this blindness from my eyes and see
into today as i saw you the first time

[p.s. for SJP… Happy Birthday]

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poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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