Poem Details
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Title: | You Asked for Wonder |
Author: | Talaria |
Date Submitted: | 9/30/2008 |
Poem: |
You asked for wonder,but I was not the one to ask, for each day I wonder about you and the wonders that you hold so tightly pressed as if they were some inner fabric that keeps you safe and warm. I wonder why I am so forgetful—thoughtless—without and why you remain memorable—thoughtful—within yet far beyond mere human reach. For a little while this wonder centered on the story and why you left. I never heard “The End” if that’s how it went, so I pretended my own “In the beginning.” I wondered whether something happened that caused you to stop. Did you suffer? Move? Go from refuge to regret? Was it a person, place, or thing? All three? You hung firmly on to your cloak. You kept the silence well, yet You asked for wonder. And I did too, though not aloud. Recently I saw your hand resting on the ledge, your fingers thin, your knuckles slightly reddened brown. I sensed Adam in the nascent moment breath entered his nostrils. Then I wondered, what would happen if I held your hand? My mind and heart, thick and slippery, ooze like an infected sore. In such distress, what is acceptable to feel, desire, express? You ask for wonder; so do I. The answer is an overwhelming presence that leaves a greater space for loss by giving of itself. ... |