Sunlit Swoop

A poem I wrote in 2017:

Peering into me like a clear river pool, 

I shift and blur along the surface, 

But remain crisp and bright along the stony bottom

Feelings glide along me, 

Touching my skin, skipping along my surface

Sliding past, intangible for now 

Eventually they’ll be sucked inward with a sigh 

And join the rest beneath my dancing current

Sorted internally by the seemingly random sway

There they go

Happiness 

Bliss

Utter confusion

And most commonly: 

A medley, 

A rainbow that mixes into brown 

And paints my pin-straight hair

This factory is hard at work,

Gears churning, 

Mind working, 

Heart sitting and watching in amusement 

The casual boss that doesn’t know why I ever fret 

My connection to the stars, pulsating within me 

A constant and catchy beat 

My heart knows the crinkle in my nose, 

The deep sigh

She knows my confusion before I’m confused 

So,

She shines a light that trickles and shimmers into my bloodstream

Iridescent hope and security, 

Tangible but illusive

She knows the river bend, the sunlit sky

She knows the eagle’s swoop

<3

Mariamma