Sunday, July 1, 2012

Sometimes Stories


Sometimes Stories


are an awful lot
like stained glass windows 




that have been stared at by
a dozen pair of eyes
or more,



 that worn by wind and weather, time,
 mis-memory too,
 merely pieced together lie
 un-storied on the floor

and as it’s hard for sand to turn to glass
 so glass
puts up a sharp-edged fight

against a pair of hands
 come gently sweeping,



all edges turned
 once more
 to catch the light.


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I wrote this as a Life Book epigraph. I'd had a particularly tough time sussing out the truth for this narrative. Finally, I settled on telling all the versions available. Sometimes letting the light shine in is itself enough.

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