How could I have known what I would feel?
Return to thoughts and musings.
© 1999 Rosa Carson
I didn't miss them until, in my absence,
they reached out to me
But now they hold my mind in their granite palms
And their arrow lies embedded in my heart.
I am pierced and feel their pull in every
cell. I lean toward them. My mind conjures visions
and photographs lay the wound open again and again.
How could I not know the pain absence
would bring? I feel that void as though
a chamber of my heart were missing
but I'm still living, even with its loss.
The name rings in me; I vibrate like a
pitchfork, am drawn to the lodestone they
provide my self. I ache for that comfort
beyond my fingertips. No matter how far
I stretch my hand, they are not there.
only in my mind can I find my peace
in the silent, dark shadows they cast over me
where I lie with the whispering wind smoothing
me into the earth and the eagle watching over
my bones. What more could I want?
For this is my home and more a part of me
than anything I know.