the thrumming is back,
the hummingbird trapped
in the cage of my ribbones,
sipping the honey of my veins.
it says: love.
it beats its wings inside me.
my family is scattered as pollen,
and i red-eyed, sniffling,
blown about by the wind.
best friends all out of reach.
a hummingbird not bound
by a poor girl's body
can fly across the Gulf of Mexico,
flaps its wings in figure-eights,
flashes in the sun.
this one hovers. this one hums,
sips honey, traces infinity
across my chest cavity with each wingbeat.
keeps beating,
across the bright and barren reaches
- i have not seen my family in six months,
and will not for months to come -
keeps beating.
it says: love.
the hummingbird trapped
in the cage of my ribbones,
sipping the honey of my veins.
it says: love.
it beats its wings inside me.
my family is scattered as pollen,
and i red-eyed, sniffling,
blown about by the wind.
best friends all out of reach.
a hummingbird not bound
by a poor girl's body
can fly across the Gulf of Mexico,
flaps its wings in figure-eights,
flashes in the sun.
this one hovers. this one hums,
sips honey, traces infinity
across my chest cavity with each wingbeat.
keeps beating,
across the bright and barren reaches
- i have not seen my family in six months,
and will not for months to come -
keeps beating.
it says: love.
Oh, Kat. That's so lovely.
Posted by
Dale |
1/7/09 19:44
so huge is the love that wraps around you...even from a distance, covering the soft, vulnerable places, protecting them...holding them safe...your family holds you close in their hearts...our hearts...beating as one...always connected...loving you...whispering away your tears...hear us, feel us
Posted by
momma |
2/7/09 00:56
Thanks, Dale.
And thanks, Momma.
Posted by
Kat |
6/7/09 13:51
i'm never out of reach, hon.
sometimes we have to stretch our arms really really far, but STILL.never out of reach, 'ey.
xx nika
Posted by
Anonymous |
8/7/09 11:30