The Innisfree Poetry Journal www.innisfreepoetry.org by Grace Cavaleri
Voyage of Bodies
I want to say what I did not know before,
words never said, a quest of love and devotion, about people who walk miles together, where there’s green on every side, where sun’s first light moves through the Hill— my true self traveling to the region within. It is afternoon and I’m not afraid, my children have left and I’m not young, the sun is transparent on the window, my husband is gone, gallivant, he is beautiful and still strong, there is no sequel— Once I cried that we were under foot, cocoons of ourselves, merely locked in jars, where nearby the clocks outlasted us, where nearby the chains wore themselves. —only the birds were their own direction— Motion is the heart for inspiration, without fear of hardening, loss of sight or stripped heartbeat— Motion takes us from the middle to become the flow, the tides from the moon, to write this poem, not for the willful world which needs nothing, but for its own movement. Copyright 2006-2012 by Cook Communication |