Spaces of Joy

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Things walk through this emptiness
and sometimes

wind drifting
images

catch
in the silences

in-between
spaces of joy:

a young girl
swiftly

passes smiling:
her smile

teases
without fear

springing
from trust and openness:

she almost wants to believe
in things again

as if the world
had suddenly burst forth

waving its light
like some forethought of things to come

when life
would be as it seems

no dark corners
rambling under the rain flaked eaves

curbs and metal stairs
rising

flagrantly
into ruin: rather the sifting

of sun
downward

into puddles
of mud and trash

wistfully
turning stone to art:

like before
when she kissed me

bit me on my lip –
the pain

turned joy: she laughed
not at me

but at some inner radiance
dancing

in those brown eyes
turning

ever so swiftly
past us:

gone
absorbed by the visible

darkness
of things Real

 


– Steven Craig Hickman ©2015 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited.

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