16 May 2010

The Window


They stand so close their breath stirs the other's hair.
Mother and Daughter.

Some things cannot be undone.
We make history -- no matter what we choose.
We make a story, we journey together
And arrive continually, again and again
Face to face.

How much truth can be spoken? How much can be heard?
How do we find each other --
spinning in the vast black universe that holds us...
trapped in the tight white cocoon of our imperfection and fear?

Love is a mysterious tie that binds.
Love breathes us.

Open the window.
It's starting to rain.


2 comments:

  1. Dear Alex, where you are you now? still at your friend's house in california? how's life treating you or how are you treating life?
    natalia

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  2. Hello Natalia -- Very sweet that you surface here soon after I dream of you. I am in CA still and my life goes much as I write here on SITC. Thanks for reading. How goes your life?

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