poem: Note 3 penned on a night in January, 2014: for you, JanaeA Chapter by Marie AnzaloneWhen Frodo and Sam walked at last into the heart of Mordor, even the smallest protections and comforts were burdens of unimaginable, unbearable weight. Saint Teresa said to get close, we must first drop humiliation, and then chase the reptiles out with brooms and fire. and so I come, unburdened with the weight of platitudes designed to make me feel better. I will not offer you crap about being in some better place drinking ambrosia. I know better. Nobody is ready to cross that divide at 24, even the ones who say they are. I am told you loved my poetry, so I decided, simply, to write for you. This morning, the sun is rising beautifully outside my window, and a dog is chasing a chicken, playfully- I can see the rockfall from my window that yesterday's earthquake helped along. One day, it will swallow this house. Small miracles keep us all standing. No, I do not think you are in some better home, just a different one- because this one too is filled with things worth knowing and exploring. Waterfalls and heartache, kisses from dogs and dandelion clocks and landscapes and personalities and tree ferns and making love under those ferns with hope for enough things to be under control to create the future you want with your beloved. I hope whoever or whatever called you away is generous enough to give you another chance at all of that, and so much more. And that those who loved you, can remember you as a spirit suffused with joy, not simply as a loss of light when the clouds claimed their own. When we drop the armor, when we clear out caimans from our underbellies when we walk with open hearts, there we find our own versions of peace, if never quite, reason. There does not have to be a reason- that you were here to love deeply- for your time, that was reason enough.
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5 Reviews Added on January 12, 2014 Last Updated on July 9, 2014 AuthorMarie AnzaloneXecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, GuatemalaAboutBilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to ta.. more..Writing
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