Wednesday, May 16, 2012

from out the cave by joyce sutphen

hour glass, poetry, from out the cave by joyce sutphen

From Out the Cave

When you have been
at war with yourself
for so many years that

you have forgotten why,

when you have been driving

for hours and only

gradually begin to realize
that you have lost the way,

when you have cut
hastily into the fabric,

when you have signed

papers in distraction,

when it has been centuries

since you watched the sun set

or the rain fall, and the clouds,

drifting overhead, pass as flat

as anything on a postcard;

when, in the midst of these

everyday nightmares, you

understand that you could
wake up,

you could turn
and go back
to the last thing you
remember doing

with your whole heart:

that passionate kiss,

the brilliant drop of love

rolling along the tongue of a green leaf,

then you wake,

you stumble from your cave,

blinking in the sun,

naming every shadow

as it slips.

– Joyce Sutphen

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