First, you must let your
heart
be broken open
in a way you have never
felt before, cannot
imagine.
You will
not know if what you are
feeling
is anguish or joy,
something predestined
or merely old wounds
flowing once more,
reminders of all that is
unfinished in your life.
Something will flood
into
your chest
like air sweetened by
desert honeysuckle,
love that is too strong.
You will stand there,
very still,
not seeing what this is.
Later, you will not
remember
any of this
until the next time
when you will say,
yes, yes, I have
known this before,
it has come again,
just as your lids close
shut again. |