8.10.2011

winged devotee

how could i do this without you?
like worry, she struck unannounced.
i had the feeling we were gods
but we had fallen hard.

like worry, she struck unannounced,
hazed & incessant like a dream;
but we had fallen hard,
losing track of our usual patterns.

hazed & incessant like a dream--
if hope is the thing with feathers--
losing track of our usual patterns,
we birthed something extraordinary.

if hope is the thing with feathers
like plunging to first flight
we birthed something extraordinary:
she was our winged witness.

like plunging to first flight
i had the feeling we were gods;
she was our winged witness.
how could i do this without you?

Our form challenge this week is the pantoum. Read Pirate Grace's bossy little pantoum here: Caenis. Who else wants to write one? It was fun to write, with all the repetition, like putting a puzzle together.