October 3, 2008

  • 10001

    Don't school me on angst.

    I know about angst.
    I know about waiting,
    wanting,
    biding my time.

    I know about aching,
    thirsting, yearning.
    I know about
    saving my dimes.

    I know about the hours,
    and days, and weeks
    that, past, chime.
    I know about my space,
    the hollow,
    the vacant beating,
    repeating rhyme.

    I know about seasons,
    revolutions,
    moon phases,
    the internal tide.

    I know about planning,
    and finding,
    and sliding,
    and paths that bind.

    I know how to climb.
    I know this design.
    I know the thrill,
    so bright,
    of buffing
    this
    treasure of a gem
    to a shine.

     

    © JODI ANDERSON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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