Saturday, August 27, 2011

Find

My body won’t let you lose meaning.
Names fade
like the dust raised by a philosopher’s foot,

but you are everywhere,
thick in the thin of it,
this atmosphere,

though I am blind.
I walked to the edge of myself today.
Is a storm without wind still bad weather?

My toes curled
over the stony ledge and I was fearless
for the first time.