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.
***
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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ReplyDelete"un-storied on the floor" might be one of my favorite lines, ever. love this dear lora! these kids & your org are all pretty fucking lucky to have you writing these lifebooks.
ReplyDeleteWell done, my dear. And thank you so much for your sweet comments on my blog!
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