Tuesday, April 22, 2014

This river, love

This river, love,
Whose currents carve deep channels
Through the panels of my heart,
Can slice, creating deep divides
Of absence, or an overflow of presence
That floods and fills
each hollow cavern,
Uproots deep-planted prejudice,
And carries all our obstacles 
downstream; deposits them
On sharp rocks where, exposed 
In all their agony,
With tattered remnants of past glory
Hanging from their gnarled and grasping arms,
They scrabble tortured fingers 
against the harsh light of the sky.

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