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