Fall Through the Cracks
i lost you in between the cracks of the soul
somehow you slipped from my fingers and down
into my chasms where it is abysmal and cold
and there is no light anywhere around.
-anna sluder
Time present time
I stand on my toes, on a box, on top of a wheeled chair to reach the clock high above me, so that I can cut the whiskers of it off with a pair of gardening scissors. But I hear a knock at the door and it is present standing in the way holding a fish, she hands it to me, so I ask her what to do with it, she tells me she knows that everything the birds say really matters to me that she knows that I count and store every breath that the trees release, in an empty peanut butter jar under my bed, but that I could not remember my first cold water, there was no recollection of my first bright moon. She tells me to hold the fish and decide what it means to me in terms of love, so that I will remember when I leave this room, and when I go to sleep, that I once loved something new, and small, and grey, and something that had scales and looked nothing like me, and I didn’t know where it came from or where it would go from there, but that that di
Thank you for the reminder that we should take the time every now and again to take care of our friends.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from Gemuenden, Germany.
Rick Westerman
My heart is so warmed that someone has been influenced by one of my poems. You are right it is so important that we care for one another, our natural ability to be narcissistic often blinds the need to care for each other. Thank you so much for commenting, it means so much to me! Have a blessed day (:
Delete-anna sluder