Good writing, with a strong point and with life oozing out.


October 15, 2006

bright blue morning sky, bracing air
hot water envelopes legs, waist, chest
pebbles shift underfoot and I alight on a rock
that’s been sat upon for thousands of years

water touches my bottom lip
and the bright eye warms my face
as I dwell in a liminal space

the iron in the water dulls the edges of my conceit
I try to consider the direction of my life
but the thoughts fall out of my head
goals melt and ladders fall away

I dig my feet down into the pebbles
and tiny bubbles shimmer up like little prayers
past my feet, my legs, my belly, my shoulders

I look down to watch
a cupped hand captures a bunch
until I twist my wrist
to release a big burpy prayer of thanks

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3 Responses to “Ojo”

  1. rawbbie says:

    I’m jealous. also, would you publish the poems you read at the gathering, or point me to where they are? they were great.

  2. Anonymous says:

    I missed Glorieta. I missed Ojo!! and I missed you, Stacy and Ella!!!
    I look forward to seeing you next year!


  3. Michael says:

    sweet, i feel the pebbles against my feet again as i read this.

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