Awakenings come when least expected
A freeing of inner tension, an explosion
Of color, light back into dull worlds
The knot in my stomach is gone
Soul connections made
Souls fused together
Souls finding souls on empty streets
Drawn to each other by the dazzled
Stars in our hungry eyes
Under the moonlight, I had so many
Secrets to share and burdens to bear
The moon was full and embodied
The passion of the nearest cosmos
A long time ago, I kept this hidden
It was an era of rigid morals
Where my skin was of sandpaper
And the righteousness of my words
Kept me from fervent embraces
But no more – the color is here now
The reds, blues, turquoises of life
Shine through the cracks of our surfaces
And I can only imagine what it’ll be like
When the cracking is complete
And we emerge naked and sacred
From those shells
*applause*
Thank you, David! And thanks for sharing on Twitter! Happy Purim
💞
Nick,
Thanks so much for sharing your poem with me for ‘Poetry Partners’ – I’ve published it here:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/06/24/moonmilk-or-full-and-embodied/
Shabbat shalom,
David
Thanks, David!
Loved it from the first line: “Awakenings come when least expected“— how true is that!
Came here from David’s partners’ post. Glad I did. Thanks for this.