For too long, the past has consumed me. It has felt smothering and abusive, unwilling
to give me my freedom. I did not want
this, and still, it happened. Some
things are beyond our control. I do not know
whether I am free. I may never
know. Yet, some experiences are clearly
behind me and so I can say, if hesitatingly, “This part is done.” Some can retrieve the past, I’ve seen it
happen, at once wanted and unwanted. Magical
powers are great, and dangerous, and healing.
For me, now is the time to look ahead and leave you to muck around in
who I was or perhaps never was. You make
those decisions, and I will do my best to abide them with either joy or forgiveness. I deserve nothing less.
Love, Unfallen (Inspired by Enigma’s Return to
Innocence) written June 13, 2013
The aging young man dreamed on this long
Midsummer’s Night
Of persimmons and lemons and raspberries
Unpicking, causing
puckered lips to unsour
Roads drawn in chalk on blacktop, rain-soaked
Unsplatter; multicolored paths appear with signs that say Stop and
Yield and Go
An orange bicycle with a tall flag rides the broad highway drawn by HIS
hand (you thought I meant God)
Unpiloted, unremembering what happened in the house overlooking his quickly
designed Way Out
Uninviting what never belonged
Penciled words on a page
Unwriting; erasures leave forever-tainted traces
A man with a scythe in a field of cut cornstalks
Unslashes; severed pieces reconnect
with root planted firmly in the earth
A unicorn plays nearby, wary, but mindful of the sickness to be healed
Grace and purity quietly at war with a looping background
Rain from a dog’s fur: Unshaken
A stone across a lake: Unskipped, unrippled
Pottery to clay: Unmolded
Wine to grapes: Unstomped, unfermented
Blood to vein: Unweaponized
S.O.S. to sand: Unwritten, unshifted
Tongue in mouth, Unkissed
Pain inflicted, Unhurt
Love, Unfallen
