poem: Two of Five: I meet youA Chapter by Marie AnzaloneI took a journey today. everywhere that drew my gaze, touch, taste; you were. Your breath the fine mist in the air I breathed, sweetness in my mouth of tropical market fruits, children’s fingers soiled by precious seedlings held in clenched fists. The trees where two souls tentatively approached each other, once- starting not from a fixed rotation, but more like drops of water reflecting the sun of human hearts.
Sunlight on water flowing. that is how I have left off defining you, the threads of gold you weave through my days, A desire for an immersion where you recall days you thought were long behind you, where passion flows as drops coalescing to streams to inclined planes of mountain soils, cascading tastes of varying purity and swells that course their way through tropical fruits growing in quenched forestscapes. Now, as then, it is in the unknowable, indescribable- sunshade on mountain ridges.
I meet you every day the mist falls I meet you every day the sun rises I meet you where moonlight finds water I meet you where gold is created I meet you every time the wind blows and I meet you everywhere that human hearts have learned to let fragile things remain lost, be found, exist. Thrive.© 2015 Marie AnzaloneAuthor's Note
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Added on June 26, 2015Last Updated on August 2, 2015 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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