Monday, May 7, 2018

Chapter 1: 07.05.18.

And as i wipe my eyes
catching the tears that collect before they tip over ever so slightly,
I don't literally close the book
though the chapter ends.
It lays open
on my lap
The words of a stranger
ring familiar in my ears.
The breeze slowly filling what space it finds
between the fabric of my clothes and skin
my hair now unconfined wisps 
unfurling in the wind
My lips slightly parted
A meditation of heavenly tongues fills the chamber of my mouth
as new life breathe into my lungs.
There, next to me, on the bench
silent.
gaze steady in a far off distance.
An older gentlemen sits
he doesn't utter a word
he doesn't stir
he was the personification of a rock, almost
i found him comforting.
What stories may tell hidden in the creases of his eyes
And i wonder if we are one and the same
as i close mine.
The sun warm on my skin
light on my eyelids
i count to a hundred
memories flood.
1
2
5
of the boy who cared
and stopped
10
of the words that are not mine
but Are
20
This stranger's narrative
what is says about mine.
40
life
life and all of its mysteries
70
all of my questions and uncertainties melting away as i accept
98
this peace that does not make sense
100
My eyes open to the time on my phone signalling my departure
i do not utter a word.
though my heart is gratified with the presence of this stranger amidst the loneliness i feel among more familiar faces - old and new alike.
and i see you
You're here
and i know
i'll be ok
as i walk
and continue to walk
into this fresh
yet familiar uncertainty.