Tuesday, May 6, 2014

I Dare Not Write It

I don’t want to write it
Because then it will stick.

I don’t want it to stick,
to stay,
to find a permanent home in words.
I want it to pass.
I will behold it in the moment of its birth
its death.
Let it be…
For pity’s sake,
Not this one.
Not now.
That I could hold without capturing.
That I could feed freedom daily to thought,
                                                               to beauty,
                                                                              to keep it as my pet...
No.
Let it be.

I love you.
It’s true.
I adore how unique you are.
The way the light shines in
and casts a glitter of dust across the room.
Just now.
I hear the buzzing
Whirring
Electric air
It doesn’t empty you of this:
A knowing embrace of here and now.

But I don’t want to write it.
I want to leave you where you are,
A wild creature
for me to see with my eye,
For my mind
to fill in the airy spaces with thought,
                                                          belief,
                                                                        unseen,
                                                                                      things known.
And now,
in this way, I never really see you
for how you are
                       …which seems sad.
But it is a gift to me
when my Creator spins the world this way
for me to see it
this way…
a gift.
I cannot share it
I cannot keep it
I dare not write it.

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